Warrior Princess Samantha Packard Novels & Stories

“That honestly baffles me. You did so amazing. How did you learn to fight with that if you never fought with a sword before?” “I really don't know,” Samantha says. “I didn't think I could do something like that. I'm just as shocked as you are.” That's the word I'm thinking of. Shocked. I'm shocked by her skill. I don't know quite how to fathom it. I can't fathom it. It's impossible. And now I learn that she's never fought with a sword before, it becomes even more impossible. “Well, you did well too,” she points out.

“Oh, I see. You’re talking about someone in the armies. I racked my head for anyone in particular, but I just couldn’t find the idol match!” They rested there for some time before Fane left with Selena. The moment the two left, Lana turned to look at Queenie. With a bitter, disbelief smile, she said, “You almost exposed the Supreme Warrior!” “I… I couldn’t help myself. This is the first time I faced the Supreme Warrior! Oh my god, I actually managed to hug him just now! I’m going to talk about this until the day I die!” Queenie grew excited once again, and her dignity as the Queen of War was nowhere to be found.

The same people who once clamored for my attention began to treat me with so much hate and scorn, making me become an outcast in a pack I called home. Life became a never-ending nightmare as everyone seemed to take great pleasure in my misery. And to make matters worse, Derick, the same arrogant and self-centered guy who had not only stolen my position as the pack's Alpha but also made it his personal mission to destroy everything I cherished… Just so happened to be my fated mate. _What a cruel joke_ “Samantha, Samantha!” I was startled by Mrs. Kelly's voice, calling loudly outside my tent. Mrs. Kelly runs the food shed at the pack's main square, where I was forced to work as a food distribu

He had no idea she had instead wormed her way toward Theo—the newly appointed Alpha of a reborn pack, a pack he is trying to rule with honor and justice. Just like Alpha Damian.. A pack Samantha intended to claim. Samantha had always been beautiful—but beauty, she knew, wasn’t power. Power was knowledge. Power was control. And power, most importantly, was knowing how to make others destroy themselves while you smiled sweetly in the background. The moment she arrived in Theo’s pack under the guise of a rescued slave, Samantha had started plotting.

"I assure you, Paulo, if you manage to take her away from him, I'll cut my tongue out. That's a deal." He smirked, pushing himself up from the ground. "Okay, deal! Don't you dare cheat." He said, brimming with overconfidence, as if he truly believed he could get Samantha. "I'm not like you, playing dirty behind your rival's back." He just smiled like the devil and started to walk away. I was confident he couldn't take her. I trusted her. She was different from Akisha. I just hoped Kaizer would learn to love her because, if Grandma would just let me, I think I might have

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“Guys, the night is young. We could be making memories—or at least some really bad decisions.” Sam shot him a look, deadpan and unimpressed. “I’d rather make good decisions, thank you very much.” Kaplan laughed, shaking his head. Sam’s grounded, razor-sharp humor was exactly what he needed to keep him from disappearing entirely into his own head. Samira “Sam” Qureshi was good friend. They connected when they first met in their Philosophy and Animals class. Sam was taking it for her Philosophy degree and Kaplan thought it would enhance his understanding of animal cognition. Sam is Pakistani-American, which has proved invaluable for Kaplan in studying Harappa since it sits in Pakistan, even

She also brought a cute spaghetti strap pink sparkling top and a light jacket in case she needed it. As if Sammy's appearance in her all black Thompson's uniform didn't already bring her more attention than she would care to admit, but the "Pièce de Résistance" is how Sammy looks outside of her work uniform. With her natural beauty and all of her features accentuated, she really is a show stopper! Even though Sammy is typically a shy person, she can't help but admit to herself that she doesn't always hate all the attention she gets. So Sammy takes one more look at herself in the mirror now that she's finished dressing, touches up the little makeup she has on, and says to herself, "Alright, t

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

A slow smile spread across my face. Queen Samien of the Wolf’s Academy. Not a bad idea, and a perfect name for the girl who was about to dominate the entire academy. I had no doubt about that, not even an iota.