Warrior Princess Book Novels & Stories

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She towered over me, but I didn’t flinch. “Don’t try and play nice with me, I know what you’re doing.” She snarled. “Excuse me?” I said, my face a cool, stony mask, but inside my stomach clenched. This woman looked unhinged. “Just because you’re some new, pretty warrior, don’t get any ideas about being anything more than that with Killian. He’s mine.” Priscilla’s eyes were wide and manic, the green of her irises almost toxically bright.

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

Ryder said as he kissed her. "I love you too, my king." This is the end of book one. Please continue reading for Book 2 titled Jessi: The First Female Warrior. Thanks for reading!

His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure. The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble." However, she was a brilliant field analyst, with many packs utilizing her expertise in combating rogues and thwarting human attacks. The Second Princess, Drina Becca Rain, was the more reserved type, always in the shadow of her older sister.

Adaku said and suddenly burst with a pearl of laughter. "What's so funny?" Jide asked. The flush on his cheeks was beginning to peel into embarrassment. "You of course." The princess said, still struggling to keep down the laughter, "It wouldn't be bad seeing you dressed like my female servant." "I will never disguise in a female's clothing. That's not what warriors do." "Warriors?" The Princess giggled, "True warriors do everything they need to do to stay alive. Staying alive should be your priority at the moment, and the only way for you to do that is to do as I say."

“Now, now, now. Shall we head into the place and meet the person I ought you to meet?” The proposal that the princess had been waiting for. She smiles, but before she answers Reina positively, she requested the book that Winona, the young adult is in much interested about. “But first, can I read the book that Arius read, and about this very world, can I, Reina?”

No seriously, what would we be without her? Being the only woman to defeat the opposing empire's strongest warrior with just her character, Mother Nefertiti embodied the emancipation of the Pereshwarian Empire. Centuries ago, the most notable victory against the Vlademese of the West took place in Karandish. In a brutal massacre, Mother Nefertiti managed to seal away Valdere's heart and keep it stored so that no one may ever cross its cruelty. Sealing one heart with another. A brilliant hero, if you ask me. I remember the exhilaration I felt listening to those empowering tales. Although much of it has been twisted along the way, the retellings never ceased to amaze me.

Leila—Liora—the princess I’ve protected without knowing, her silver-proof blood a gift that makes her a target for every rogue, witch, and ambitious Alpha lurking in the shadows. I sink into the worn leather armchair by the stone fireplace; its cushions moulded from years of Alphas seeking solace here before me. A dusty volume on Shadow Ridge history lies open on my lap, the pages yellowed and brittle under my fingers, edges frayed like the unravelling threads of my own composure. The book details the fallen pack’s glory—ancient citadels carved into unforgiving ridges, banners of silver and black waving defiantly against mountain winds, a line of rulers blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. B