Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

"But you, my love, casually told me that it was all for 'my own good'." "Why did I need to be 'disciplined'?! All I ever did was fight for what was fair, for what was right, against Karen's lies and schemes!" "You say you love me, Macro? I have a thousand scars on my back, and not a single one of them proves it. To me, that kind of love is worthless." A silent tear slipped down her cheek, and it felt like it was carving a new scar on my heart. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and I had to brace myself against a nearby palm tree to keep from collapsing.

She adjusted her grip, awkward, but trying. The warriors jeered. One, Brannon, the largest of the lot, stepped forward, sneering. “Let me test the princess. I would love to know if she bleeds like the rest of us.” I almost allowed it. Almost. But something in the way she stiffened, jaw set despite fear flashing in her eyes, made me wave him off. “Not yet. She’s mine to break.”

the third warrior says as she sweetly smiles and sets the teacup down. Trevor seems to have fallen in love with her but I can't blame him. The girl looks like a painting and the way she moves is so elegantly poised, of course everyone would be looking at her. This means she has grown up as a high-ranking wolf. “My name is Sherry Harvey and as you already know it, I am the third warrior of the moon goddess by the name of Zoe.” she introduces herself fluently. Her voice is so charming that all of us take a moment to answer and she just keeps smiling.

Sadie POV While werewolf society is composed of individual packs led by Alphas and Lunas, we do have patriarchy that rules over each of the packs. There is the King, Queen, and their children. The Prince and Princess are twins, Rosie and Rylen. Right now, they are in search of their mates because the King and Queen are ready to retire. Because there are two heirs to the throne, each twin is going to take half of the country to rule over to reduce the workload and so the King and Queen do not have to choose which child will rule while the other gets nothing. However, the mates of the Prince and Princess will need to first become a Prince/Princess and be trained in the royal ways before they c

She was still unaware of their true identities but it was pretty obvious at this point that they all were up to no good. She was ready to fight them all, even Verona cause she knew it was her job. She was the princess and she needed to put an end to all this mess. Her mother was far away somewhere trying to hide from all this mess, sending people to protect her. But Siana was different, she didn’t want to hide like her, she wanted to fight them and put an end to all these things. She wasn’t going to let stupid things like love dome in her way cause this whole thing was much bigger than her and she wasn’t the only one being affected by it.

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

He had already seen her, he watched her through the window, as she made her way to him, she was wearing a simple gown, with her curly hair tied in a bun. When she is not working at the mines she looks beautiful and every man's dreams mate. Alpha Brandon had always longed for her, right from the first day, he set his eyes on her, on one of his visits to the Blue Moon Pack and what made his obsession for her stronger, was when he realized that she possessed strength, she was stronger and a good warrior, even without a wolf, she had once fought alongside warriors on one of those rogues attacked on Blue Moon Pack. Those alpha were curious the see that one princess that could defeat rogues even w

The thought stung her painfully. Waniya and Ahmed reached Faiq's place arm in arm. Waniya was wearing an orange shimmer blouse, paired a blue ripped jeans and high heels. She had draped a matching dupatta on one of her shoulders and had secured it in place with a waist chain. Her makeup was done to perfection. She was a sight to hold. As they entered, she saw several heads turning towards her and Ahmed. She was aware of each and every look. Some were awed and some immediately got jealous and envious.