Maharlika Warrior Novels & Stories

"They will not be merciful. That I can promise you." Ariana snarled as did Dominic. Both shifted into their wolf forms and they charged at Millicent and her coven. Raina looked up, gazing at the full moon above showing through the dome-skylight and moonlight streamed down into her body. Her eyes glowed white as she gazed over Kian who smiled at how fierce she looked. She was a Moon Warrior and she was breathtaking. She turned her gaze at Mia. "We have our own debt to settle."

Lucien announced proudly, "is what you actually look like." The warriors burst into another round of laughter. My chest tightened. So this… this was the surprise, Elara had tricked me again. Lucien rubbed the spot where I'd punched him before turning toward a warrior. "Kael Ashford." The man stepped forward. "Yes, Alpha." "You're the strongest among the new recruits." Lucien folded his arms. "I have a special assignment for you." Kael bowed his head. "I'm listening." "Starting today, Lisa joins the warrior division. She'll train, fight, and serve this pack until I say otherwise."

I did same and saw Cara, Black Hills lead warrior and Ray’s mate. The warrior that had been beaten by Dara was with her. She frowned. “Dara, why did you dare hit a warrior of Black Hills?” Dara smirked. “Tsk, cause their lead Warrior wouldn’t do shit?” Cara glared at her and only an annoying smirk rested on Dara’s face. This would be fun.

Alaric smiled and kissed her forehead, “Aye, you are right. I won the war, Mariah, I have finally liberated my people.” “Aye,” Mariah smiled, “you have. You really have, and you also returned the fallen ones.”

I watched our reflection on the mirror and said our mantra, "We are Maharlikas, we belong to Grass, we are not a trash, give freedom to us." The Launch Rooms are in the catacombs under the so-called Word Arena and are accessed by traversing many underground passages after descending a ladder from the hovercraft that takes tributes to the arena. These passages are presumably labyrinthine in nature in order to prevent tributes from meeting each other under the arena. When Coach Medrano went out of the Launch rooms, I saw a map. The Map of Maharlika Nation. 1 Nation, divided by 26 districts from A to Z. Only 1 district shall remain inside the Word arena. A competition of a lifetime. In which th

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

I tensed, reaching for the dagger at my belt—but it wasn’t there. “No need for that, dear,” she said calmly. “I took your weapons while you were out. Didn’t want you hurting yourself or anyone else.” “Who are you?” I rasped, forcing myself up onto my elbows. “Name’s Mara,” she said, folding her hands in front of her. “And you are?” I hesitated. “Kalilah.” “Well, Kalilah,” she said, voice warm but no-nonsense, “you nearly died out there. Collapsed right at the edge of my territory.”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

Their voices echoed across the entire courtyard as the ground almost seemed to tremble beneath the warriors’ voices. “Monica Hale, daughter of the traitor Hale, survived the execution she was given six years ago and now she has returned seeking revenge. Should we allow her to carry out her plans?” Maverick questioned loudly. “No!” “Never!” “That will never happen!” “Never!” Beta Logan roared louder than the others. The warriors roared their replies in unison and slowly, the lips of Maverick curved into a thin dangerous smile. For the first time since Aurora’s disappearance, Maverick finally looked ready to kill.

I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life in a nasty man’s game. Nastiest, because this war would have no rules. In a mafia war everything was permitted, there were no basic rules to follow. You would have to go against everything you’ve believed in to win this. No matter how low, cruel, harsh, or dirty it got. You had to do everything to win, there was no such thing as mercy in this. Anyone and everyone could be a risk to you, no matter how old, how big, or how small the person was.