Warrior Princess Samantha Packard Novels & Stories

"I am not your Queen. And I probably won't be your Queen either because even though you say I am Millano Skovovich's daughter, I am entirely unworthy of any throne you give me. "But you cannot escape the fate that has brought you here. Therefore, you do not refuse any of this." Willow Ansvers began to speak. Samantha, however, shook her head. She did not want to be involved in the matter of the throne and all that it entailed. Long before she met the werewolves, who said that she was also a werewolf of the Skovovich noble race, Samantha only considered herself human. Until this moment, she would still consider herself human.

And I—Samantha Stone, world-class assassin, prankster extraordinaire, proud commitment-phobe—had just bonded with the most off-limits wolf on the entire continent. I was so, so royally screwed. ARGHHH.

"But you’re hollow now. I can smell it. The White Wolf is dead. You’re just the little servant girl again, playing dress-up in a dead woman's crown." "I am the Luna of the Silver Pack," Audrey countered, her voice ringing out through the glade. "And I don't need a wolf to see that you’re still the same insecure girl who had to push me down to feel tall. You sold your soul for a shadow, Samantha. You didn't become a Queen. You became a leash." Samantha’s face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. "Kill the warriors!" she shrieked, pointing a clawed finger at Silas. "But bring me the girl. I want to bleed her slowly while the Alpha watches."

The pack that owns the hotel is wealthy, but not as wealthy as we are in the north. I let Pierce come forward and pull the shift after stripping off my shorts. Then, I sit back in our mind and let him run. My mind is in turmoil after my sleepless night. Samantha’s story is too close to Samara’s. Hell, even her fake name is close to Samara’s and it’s bringing all that old anger and frustration back to the surface. I need to figure out how old Samantha was when she came to Alpha William’s pack. Was she six or sixteen? For me, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t get justice for Samara, but I sure as hell will for Samantha.

He smiled proudly. It was unbelievable and unexpected to me to hear that this young woman here was a warrior and not just that, but also the leader of the Reapers, the strongest army in the werewolf kingdom. With her strength, one would think that she was a death wolf but hearing that she had the strength of a spirit wolf felt unreal to me. It was just like saying she had the strength of Andrew. Now it was clear to me how she had disfigured me like it was so easy. I released a loud sigh as the realisation settled in. Who knows if I would be able to come out here alive?

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

She was incredibly beautiful, very brave and stronger than almost every male he knew, and he desired her, he drank the whisky in his glass, he wanted her and he was going to have her. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, not sure what was real and what was her imagination, she called for Ricardo in her head, over and over again and did not understand why he could not connect with her. She had no idea where she was all she knew was a fog of pain, ‘Obey me Mafia Princess and I will end your pain.’ Her eyes flickered open and locked onto his dark chocolate brown ones, ‘I would rather die.’ She growled and he chuckled,

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

“Oh, it does. Means she gets a free room and a nice little place to play warrior while the rest of us work.” “She fought one patrol team,” someone said, her tone bored. “Big deal.” “And now she walks around like she’s above all of us.” I slowly folded the towel and moved to the next one, jaw clenched. Oh, they were laying it on thick, weren’t they? These women were truly cruel with their words. “She’s from Seattle, isn’t she?” someone whispered. “Silver Moon pack blood. That whole region’s tainted. I don’t care what kind of sob story she has.”