A Warrior Exiled By The Hero And His Lover Manga 소설 & 이야기

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

End of flashback***** After reminiscing on the worst day of my life I decided to head out to training and work my anger, guilt, and sadness out on my sparring partner. I am quickly progressing and hoping to one day be the Top Female Warrior of the Rising Ashes pack, that is if I don't find my mate and leave this god forsaken pack.

I say, referring to the town we just came from. “Okay, but why live there? Here is so much better.” He says as he looks around. He is right. This town is more residential than my town. Erik lives in this town, and that’s one of the reason I don’t live here. We don’t get along. But there is a main reason. A reason that is a law. “The town I live in is closer to the border of the Human territory. Warriors and their families live there, while civilians and commoners live in this town and the next.” I explain and Jack takes in the information as he nods understandingly.

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

Warriors moved through the village, grabbing, restraining, controlling. Villagers were dragged together—men, women, elders, children—all forced into a single space, bound and guarded. Some were confused, others begging and crying… One of the warriors stepped toward the Prince. “What about the rest?” The prince didn’t look at him. “Leave them.” A pause. Then— “So they can tell the story.” The warrior nodded and walked off. When it was over— The silence returned, the air heavy now. Bodies lay scattered across the outer grounds.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.

For half a second I thought it might actually land. Zayden stepped sideways. Caught the warrior's extended arm and used the momentum to bring him down to the ground in a controlled drop that ended with the warrior flat on his back and Zayden crouched over him with one forearm across his throat. Every wolf in that courtyard froze simultaneously. He stood and stepped back and said something to the warrior that I still couldn't hear. The warrior got up slowly. Nodded once and reset his stance and they went again. "Moon Goddess," I whispered.

(Dianne’s POV) “N—No… No… Please! Spare me! Plea—acckkkk!!!” I watched as my puppets torture and tear apart the captured stubborn warrior wolf from Migumi's team until his body is completely destroyed. The poor creature's agonizing howls echoed through the forest, a lullaby to my ears. His blood slowly spreads to the ground, the soil absorbing him dry. He’s still screaming despite the continuous tearing of his skin from his bones.