Warrior Princess Samantha Packard Novels & Stories

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

She smiles softly, and says " The Werebear pack would rather kill themselves than listen to a stranger who killed their King and Prince," "So Princess Scarlett is trapped under the Wizard, Amacus," Samantha nods " He sold her to a brothel at first, but when he discovered the warriors and subjects won't listen to him, he got her back to use as a puppet," A growl erupts from my brother and I turn to him, he looks like he is about to murder someone with his clutched fists and red eyes that are ablaze with anger. Samantha moves

He shrugged off his cloak and dropped to one knee, wrapping her in warmth and shielding her from the curious gazes of the court that had unknowingly witnessed a miracle. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath shallow. She blinked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. “Did you all see…?” “We did,” he murmured. “And we’ll never forget it.” The palace buzzed with restrained chaos the next morning. Servants bustled, courtiers whispered, and the noble houses sent gifts—desperate to curry favor with the newly revealed white wolf princess. Samantha paced the length of her chamber, tugging at the laces of her training vest. Her hands still shook slightly. Her wolf—newly awakened and terrifyingly

She's the princess a day with so many people looking forward to hurting her brother or taking over the kingdom, she has to stay protected because anybody could decide to use her against her brother. Samantha ordered drinks for us. I knew nothing about drinks with the zero knowledge I acquired from Blue Moon Pack. I didn't try to hide it, Instead I openly told Sam that she could order for us since. After spending time with Sam, I had come to trust her and Know that she would not judge me. I have learnt to grow comfortable around her. She doesn't treat me as a nobody, as a slave and an Omega despite being a princess herself. Our status differs like water and wine but that hasn't bothered her.

Though the room was dimly lit, he could make out that she was dressed in a black attire just like him. Laurier's expressions changed from respect to fondness and he continued to gaze at her beautiful face. Her short brown hair had fallen over her forehead and she looked angelic in her sleeping state, utterly different from her usual brave and robust form. She was the only Lady Commander in the Kingdom of Volar and he prided on it that she was his superior, unlike many men who had other thoughts altogether. It hurt their ego to be led by a woman, but Laurier marveled at it. He knew how efficient she was. The woman before him was more skilled than any person he had known and she was the only o

I waved my hand and she made her way towards my table. Zoe Parker. The daughter of the UK ambassador and a close friend to the Queen of England. Most people don’t know about it. The information is hidden from the public. She never told anyone about it either but on the other hand, it’s one of the rare occasions where my father told me something. I don’t know if that means I should stick with her or stay away from her. But I guess it was the later. He never tells anything or does anything for nothing. “Hi,” she says timidly. She’s a pretty girl with caramel colored hair and big blue eyes.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

"Warlord David fiercely insisted that the boy Sannie must be the lead actor, but there is zero pack way his beast likes a fake snake like Tahlia." "Wow, this young wildland male is really handsome..." "Wait, his silver eyes resemble the lead warrior in the comic drawings, right?" "Oh, your brain is totally right!" Upon hearing the crowd’s excited chatters, Sam turns his neck toward my posture. He freezes the exact microsecond his old eyes land on my face. He really does resemble the lead warrior in the comic books perfectly! If his boots were standing at the autumn audition circle, my claws would've chosen his skin instantly because of those similar features. Sam’s gaze flits back and forth

"Don't hurt my mom!" Instinct took over. I threw up my arm to block it. Hot water splashed everywhere. A few drops hit the pup's bare legs and hands. He let out a sharp, piercing wail. Then the front door slammed open. I didn't even get the chance to move before a big hand locked around my throat. Orion. The warrior feared across the borderlands. The same wolf who used to carry me over frozen rivers in the dead of winter. Now his eyes burned as he glared down at me.

I have never heard of a wolf that could speak and wasn’t a werewolf. “Samantha… My name is Samantha.” I briefed her. She shook her head as she stared at me. No compliment, no growl, no postural moves, just stares that penetrated my skin and made me feel uncomfortable. “Samantha, daughter of Marianna and Harry of the Moon hound pack. Tons of royal blood churning in those capillaries, no sign of a wolf, weaker than an Omega but with the strength of a Beta. You almost had me tripping there, brave warrior.”