Maharlika Warrior Novels & Stories

At last they reached a secluded part of the training ground. ‘So what are gonna do here again?’ Jeremy asked standing akimbo, Monalisa got into her battle stance. ‘We’re here to test your strength’ Monalisa replied smiling. Jeremy smiled ‘you’re kidding…right’. ‘Do I look like I’ve any fucking free time’? Monalisa asked to which Jeremy shaked his head. ‘I’m not participating in your war with Marco besides I could just go home’. ‘are you fucking kidding me, if you go home when marco still the leader you would die without knowing how’ Monalisa stated to which Jeremy inwardly gulped ‘now let’s fight…you’ll attack while I’ll defend’.

I held my hand up, walking backward to attract their attention. Several young warriors ran over, eager to train. A brunette woman with olive skin walked over and held out her hand. “Hi! I’m Mira. Mira Cook. I’m the one who usually works with the young warriors, but there’s no reason why we both can’t work with them, if it’s okay with you.” “Yes, of course.” I shook her hand, smiling. “I completely agree. Why don’t you show me what you usually do, and I’ll chime in?”

I think a lot of it was to take my mind off of the fact that half of me had vanished without a trace. Marcus was originally going to be Alpha by my side but not long into the training we discussed it between us as only 10-year-olds could and we agreed that Samantha Auntie Katie and Uncle Max's daughter would be my Beta and he would be my Gamma, Claire loved to fight so she was training with Alexander and Greta's daughter Maya to be my Delta's and Head Warriors. No one crossed them when they were in a fighting mood.

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

"Suho." "Lee." "Hyijun." "Luhan." "Yohan." The next 5 from Kingdom of Maharlika step forward. "Pablo." "Ken." "Josh." "Stelle." "Just." "Where is Maharlika located, Sunwoo?" he asked because it's familiar. "I don't have my map here, but they came many miles away here." I know it! If the Ancient Siam is the modern Thailand, then Maharlika is the Ancient Philippines! Awesome!

The funny-looking– Andrew announced. My fists balled as his words echoed in my mind. Did he just say him? Lia has to compete with a male warrior? That’s insane! “Let’s welcome the famous warrior of the Dark Moon Pack, Warrior Jake!” Andrew announced, completely unbothered by the fact that he was calling their pack’s Gamma out against Lia. Jessica yelled from the warriors’ stands, limping on her good leg, while my fists tightened even more, “That’s not fair. That’s cheating!”

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

I was here to find my place, to rebuild my life on my terms. Miguel gestured toward the sparring ring in the center of the grounds. “Step in,” he said simply. I hesitated for only a moment before climbing in, the packed dirt under my boots firm and familiar. Across from me stood a tall warrior with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk. His name was Darius, one of the senior wolves in Miguel’s pack. “So, you’re the outsider,” he said, circling me. “Let’s see if you can hold your own.”

A few wolves laughed quietly. Heat crawled up my neck. Vivian’s expression remained perfectly kind. That made it worse. Victor lifted his hand. “Mara.” A girl stepped forward from the training group. I remembered her vaguely. Mara Hale. Warrior family. Older than me by a year. Strong even as a child, with quick hands and a quicker temper. She looked almost delighted. “Yes, Beta.” “Simple groundwork,” Victor said. “Nothing excessive.” Mara’s smile widened. Nothing excessive from Victor usually meant painful but deniable.

Spotting my covered frame passing the glass, Malik Arden blinks his eyes in absolute, stunned disbelief, his brain completely rejecting the data entering his lenses. Did Chika Whitmore's scent profile just pass my coordinate sector? Malik and the surrounding pack warriors lock their eyes onto my retreating form. Is his rank not currently under an absolute suspension order from the high council? Why are his boots marching back into the command fortress? Did the warlord authorize his immediate return to active duty?