Warrior Princess Book Novels & Stories

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

Book 2 Strangers: The Battle Between Us (Enemies To Lovers Werewolf Romance Series Book 2) ❤️ Healing and Rebuilding ❤️ Werewolf Kingdom: Raziah was still at the same place, not moving, as she continued to cry until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Being startled a bit, she turned her head to see who the hand belonged to, to see who dares touch her but her eyes widened a bit when she saw the Vampire Prince. She has been crying out her eyes and couldn't believe what Dark had done to her for her not to notice the presence of the Vampire Prince.

Although I was not one to care for such stupid here-say, my sister was the one to tell me the tale of the warrior princess who defeated a bear shifter in human form. I felt the need to brush my lips across the claw marks, wanting to worship the courageous souvenir left on her perfect figure. With a sudden jolt, Lamia bucked up in the bed, green eyes glowing and wide. “Kellen!” she called out hastily. Not what I fucking wanted to hear, another man’s name coming from her pouty lips as we lay in bed naked. Prince prick was pissing me the fuck off. The bedroom door burst open and there he stood, Prince prick himself. I let out a warning growl as I covered Lamia’s naked body, ready to fly at him

Since I was a mixed breed, the other wolves could not detect my scent. I stared at the princess who was wearing jeans and a jacket. She was not running away this time. But I could tell what she was up to. She was trying to observe the warriors from up the tree while Valerie stood from a distance. Katriona raised her chin and answered, “It’s… passable.” “That’s a rare talent. You just gained my admiration today, princess.” “What? Have you never seen a person read before?” she asked without looking at me. “I guess people in the North never read. Do you fight others all day?”

The little princess threw Jo an apologetic look over her shoulder. And just like that, Jo was alone again. Her gaze wandered over the colorful chaos of the playroom, until something odd caught her eye. Buried among the dolls was a dusty, battered book. She picked it up. History of the Werewolf World, it read. Jo sat down in a tiny pink plastic chair, flipping it open. The first pages told of how the Moon Goddess had created four brothers, gifting each elemental powers: Fire, Wind, Water, and Sand. She read about the Fire Warrior Pack, merged into the royal kingdom under Dante's rule.

What was originally a blue leaf is now a brown leaf. “My princess, here's the bandages” One of Kate's bodyguards walked up to me and handed me some bandages. I collected it and bandaged him. Thankfully, I was quite skillful in this. Anytime, some of the soldiers do come back from war injured against the other race, I treat their injuries, as right was the only useful thing I could do, after being locked up in a full castle. After bandaging him, I looked at my work with full satisfaction, and left to find my sister.

In boredom while looking outside, the young prince never did join his company with their animated exchange of words. Rather he suited himself in listening to them. Strangely, his ears would perked up when the tribe princess would began to respond to the inquiries of the eldest prince. “I read tons of book when ye are away.” The tribe princess responded to Woon. “What kind of book do ye read? Might I lend you some of mine.” Sue joined in. “No particular kind, really. But I love the recent book that I am reading now.” She commented.

It also talks about the legend and how they're to descend on earth and surprisingly, I land in the first warrior's name: Hera. Just like in my dream, the beautiful lady called me Hera and in this book, she is described as a graceful warrior, one whose weakness becomes her strength. Out of the four warriors, she has the best healing magic and she's a strong barrier creator. Not to mention that she's a strong warrior. The book describes her as calm, but horrendous when angry. Gosh, did they just describe me? I flip over to the other warriors. Aurora is the strongest warrior in terms of combat. She has the best barrier skills as well as using her aura as an offensive power.