Maharlika Warrior Novels & Stories

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Not the whispers from beyond the door. They were real. Alive. Hundreds of them, warriors clad in black, their silver eyes burning like cold fire. A pack. A nation. But at the front of them all Malachai. He was younger here, but not by much. His presence was still crushing, his stance that of a man who had never knelt to anyone. And beside him Lyla’s breath hitched. A woman stood there. Tall. Regal. Fierce. With hair like moonlight and silver eyes that burned just like Lyla’s.

Where did she learn these moves? Liam seemed to recognize the move, but also felt it was impossible. It was an ancient move that was only taught to selected warriors to undertake dangerous secret missions, not even many knew of. Especially Mila, who had just returned after years of being missing. “Mila stop it,” Liam hissed at Mila as their swords clashed and he grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to whisper to her. "Stop this." However, Mila doesn't heed the warning, instead kicking Liam in the stomach and jumping backwards, earning a cry of support from the vampire warriors around them, who have absolutely no idea what really happened to their king and queen while on the arena.

Additionally, it is important to keep the princess's identity a secret, and this attack should not be linked to her. I continued, outlining the details of their covert operation. We would take on disguises, disguising ourselves so they would not be able to identify us. On the day of the attack, Lauren remained a powerful figure, standing tall and commanding attention during the attack on Paul's pack. She moved with a grace that belied her strength, a true warrior built for situations like these. Lauren had natural abilities that set her apart as a warrior, and her every move was precise and powerful. As the fight grew more intense, I was amazed by my mate's skill. She had sharp intuition and

His large sleeves completely covered his hands and his white long beard was freely laid on his chest. "The academy offers one rank 4 martial art for free. Would you mind telling me your current one and your element so that I can sort those that fit you the most?" His voice was steady and no trace of his age was present on it. Sara nodded and spoke in a soft voice. "Nails of the Kamaitachi and, well, darkness element." Lynn's eyes widened when he heard the last part but then a smile broke on his stern face. "What an interesting period to be alive! Give me a moment, I will show you a list of martial arts soon."

"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?"

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

I cower thinking of the one-time Max put her on his bike and took a picture of her, it lasted five seconds but apparently Rory had someone watching us for a long time. "Mr. Mahoney, I'm sure the picture looks bad, but the Nightmare Warriors are friends of mine. They are no part at all, a danger to my child. She loves them, they are like a bunch of uncles." I don't mention the relationship I have with their Road Captain, figured that small bit of information would be best left out.

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.