Novel & Cerita Maharlika Warrior

The medical tent filled faster than expected. During the third round, a young female warrior named Mara stepped into the arena. She was not from an old family. The murmurs started immediately. “Border blood.” “Too young.” “No political backing.” Mara heard them. Her jaw tightened, but she did not look away from her opponent.

With their guidance, we were able to end the war. It wasn't peaceful, but they've been able to hold the fort long enough to prove their power. They didn't mingle. Unmated and arrogant. I only met them once. They were princes, spoke less, and at some point they were rumoured to be dumb. Funny because I've heard their voices — husky, charming and seductive without putting in any effort. They were known as the formidable four. No one crossed them and went free. Merrick always wanted to have an opportunity to speak to them, but he was the lowest ranking alpha in the kingdom, and so he wasn't qualified.

My mother was an excellent woman, who taught me the values a Maharlika should have, because she has pride in it. All this time, she has always been... “... loathes Maharlika.” I trembled. “No, it was not like that.” My mother is proud of being a Maharlika. Her pride is so high that she... “Then why would mother mask her Maharlikan identity with a fancy Marlukian name?” Because she wants to be known as a Marlukian... That’s right. She wants to be a dual citizen. “Then why isn’t she concerned about her Maharlikan mother?”

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.”

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.