Wake Up Warrior Manga Novels & Stories

"The rogues' weapons were enchanted. Slowing natural healing, making everything ten times more complicated than it needs to be." Magic. Always magic lately, twisting and poisoning everything it touched. I moved toward the nearest bed, where a young warrior—couldn't be older than twenty—lay pale and shaking. Claw marks raked across his torso in parallel lines; edges blackened like they'd been burned from the inside out. "Hey." I kept my voice soft, non-threatening. "I'm going to try something. It might feel warm, but it shouldn't hurt." He nodded weakly, too exhausted to question.

I drew in a sharp breath, suddenly sure that things were about to go very, very wrong. ‘Dalton,’ I whispered, mind-linking him. ‘Dalton, I think -’ Before I could say any more, there was a shout. The zombie had a hold of the warrior. Its frail appearance was obviously fake. It was strong enough to pick the warrior up as if he weighed nothing and throw him hard against the rear of the truck, holding him pressed up against the vehicle. The warrior yelled and growled in fury, kicking out to break free as the rest of the warriors leaped into action.

The warriors in silver armor were relieved when they noticed Fane standing still, not making a move on them and staring at them silently. The main reason was that Fane had displayed how powerful it was and the two of them were frightened of him. At this moment, Warren yelled angrily at the two warriors, "Hurry up and find me some pills! Are you two blind?!" Warren squeezed these words through his teeth. Warren was already in so much pain and was about to faint. His roar caused both warriors in silver armor to tremble before they finally realized that their young city master could not take out the pills he needed.

the warrior claims before suddenly lunging at me. Expecting this, I quickly duck down, causing him to snap into thin air. I then forcefully push up into him, knocking him backwards and leaving him stunned. Before he can recover, I lock my jaws around his neck and dig my fangs into the fur and flesh. The warrior flails his claws and snaps his jaws, trying everything he can to break free from my grip. I lock my jaw tighter, cutting off the circulation until he stops moving. Once I’m sure the enemy is dead, I release my grip and gaze down at him.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

"Go to Seven in one pack and get all the warriors there, make sure they come tonight. I won't tolerate any more killings from that monster, it's either he flees or he appears and faces death." "Should I call Princess Tahira?" He asked and I shot him a weird glare. "Are you crazy? Tahira doesn't even know her name, talk less of joining In a fight right now, Just get the men and don't breathe a word to her. She knows where to find me once she regains consciousness." I told him and he nodded. I walked down the dusty path that led to the river to have a warm bath.

Ayla’s POV Waking up in my own bed with my three mates around me was the best feeling in the world. It almost made me forget about the shit storm that was my life right now. If I could stay in this little bubble, I would, but I can’t. “Awake already, Beautiful”, Archer’s voice reached me. I looked over at him, lounging in one of my armchairs. His top had been discarded on the floor somewhere in the night, and he was left in just his trousers. He was looking nothing less than God-like as always.

he informed me, and I was happily nodding at the news. “Yeah, he might be my dad,” I mumbled softly and he nodded, “Heard that as well.” He reached out for my neck suddenly. I caught his wrist and held it firmly as a grin came to his mouth. “It's true what the young guard told us. You're a warrior prodigy…crazy that you're a female,” he chuckled and I released his arm. “I am and wish to continue with my training after I have my pups,” I stated firmly, surprising him.

His muscles tensed and his body coiling with anticipation, he struck. "Arrgh.... we should re..." the warrior paused, screaming and wincing in pain. I saw as the blood from the warrior gleamed in the setting sun from the other warrior's claws. With another sudden and vicious wipe, the enemy warrior lashed again, more like taking total vengeance on the single warrior. His claws struck his target with sudden precision, ranking across his flesh and tearing it off. It was a terrible sight to behold. I had to act fast and I knew it. I knew for certain that I had to break in, to shatter the silence and weakness that had enveloped the warriors, for the tension was palpable, a living thing, breathin

We were no longer the broken bits of one pack; we were an army. As we prepared to fight Jayce and Anabelle, the burdens of the past began to slip away. All the pain, the betrayal—these had all added to my journey, but I was finally ready to step past it. I was no longer Blair the maid; I was now Blair the warrior, the Luna they had all been waiting for. We marched together toward the heart of the packhouse to stoke the storm that awaited us there. I felt Angel next to me, guiding me as always, assuring me I was never alone. I did have my pack, my spirit, and my resolve.