Warrior Princess Book Novels & Stories

He asked me. Blowing out a silent breath, I cleared my throat. "Any book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms." I answered. "Oh and no fairytale. Just raw facts about the lands." "Interesting." Old Lady Waina said before she started walking away. "I'll go get that book for you." Prince Victor commented before he stood up and followed after the woman. The two left me along for a long time before they finally reappeared. Prince Victor was holding a large and thick book in his arms and Old lady Waina was following after him.

But she is bewildered to find Orabelle mated with one of the powerful wolves there. Angered and humiliated, when Kiara tries to leave, she is trapped by another powerful wolf who has no intention of letting her go. He calls her mate, leaving her more perplexed but she can’t help but feel drawn to him. This book is on Inkitt for free: https://www.inkitt.com/PartTimeWolf 2. THE BASTARD PRINCESS (sequel to The Loney God) Ares is the crown prince of Zaeris.

I tried to stay awake, tried not to let darkness invade my consciousness but a dull throb started a relentless pounding in my head and I gave in to the engulfing darkness. EMRICK I looked down at the small warrior in my arms. It’s the warrior princess I’ve heard so much about and have come to claim for my own. I impulsively brushed the hair out of her face. A face with pixie-like qualities. Skin the color of wind-blown wheat, slanted honey colored eyes and curly hair the color of cinnamon. In her eyes, I saw wisdom that one seldom encounters in one so young.

I never would have imagined that this is how I am going to go. Astria, radiant even in her travel cloak, her hair pinned with silver, barrels through everyone to the front, her chin lifted high. My heart drops. Ah shit. Someone should hold the bitch before she gets us killed. “Do you know who I am?” Astria snaps, her tone dripping with disdain. “I am Princess Astria Elowen of the Eastern Kingdom, daughter of Lord Theron and niece to the High King. Your mountain spirits have no authority over me.” I know that I have prayed for death before but there are better ways to go than death by a sparky mouth and a trolls club. Can't I go by running through a flowery meadow or some shit?

Although she is a snow Wolf but I hope she is not the one. But, my heart squeezes in shock and uncertainty uneasiness when I take the paper out of the envelope and the first thing that caught my attention. The picture of Princess Elle, AKA Princess Elektra Brienne Fluer, the legendary Omega Warrior of Arizona Blood Moon Pack. Comparing to my wife, Aurora Bliss, anyone would think they are different person but I know that's not the case

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

Hi all. Ozilla Gold here. I have compiled a few details about my world. These will help you to navigate well through the book. I have created a fantasy map for my world. You should refer to it. Princess Anastasia Aramaer: (Princess of the Fae Kingdom of Vilinski and future witch Queen of Lorea). Lives in Kralj palace. Prince Macilleus Volkov: (Crown Prince of the Silver Vales wolf pack. Crown Prince of Draoidh the wizard kingdom).

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.