5th Holy Grail War Novels & Stories

Roger and Kris:(stands up)we are honoured to be here today and be led by prince Brian (sits down) Oranus: And I would like to introduce you to my commander the bravest commander in all of Jupiter, commander Michael Michael:(stands up)I would like to thank my king Oranus for this opportunity and am happy to be led by prince Brian and I know we will win this war(sits down) Brian:(stands up)I would like to thank you all for this opportunity even though am still young am happy you all trust me enough to lead this mission and using this opportunity I would like to introduce both of my second and third commander Leo and Levi along with their father lieutenant Draga (as all three walk into the war

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.

"If we don't know which one it was, I'll just kill all of them then." "You can do that?" Holly whispered. Dagon smirked. "I'm one of the Four Horsemen as well, I can be just as deadly at my brother." "Are you War?" Holly asked. If he was as strong as Death he had to be an important one. "No," Dagon frowned. "War is an odd one. If Death has found you, War is not too far away. But I won't let them near you. Just trust me." "No," Holly replied. "I barely know you. For all I know, you could just be trying to trick me."

And while the light began fading, the object's features became clearer and clearer until its appearance was unmistakable. An ancient golden chalice had appeared in front of the boy's eyes, decorated with various precious shiny stones, emitting an aura of mystery that captivated even Apollyon, despite being oblivious to its worth. "It's the Holy Grail, a wonderous item with a mysterious background which was created once in the past. Thousands of wars had been waged, and millions of people had been killed to acquire that treasure, unfortunately without success. Do you want to know why so many people desire it so desperately and search for it with such a mania?" Detecting the momentary twinkle

"We recorded it." "Clever," Thomas said, nodding. "The last Great War happened before my time—maybe twelve thousand years ago—but the stories that survived don't bode well." "I'm all ears," Thea said. "Lilith was the cause of that war too. Some call it the last great culling, all by Lilith's hand." "I don't know why that surprises me," Thea said. "Please, everything."

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

Arclock replied with his head bowed. "You hid it from us!" The eldest of them said angrily. "Ezra's situation then the Five-Fold Bond. Do you know how despicable it is?" He held Arclock's gaze. "You managed it privately and did not bring it to the full council and we are now in a war that is partially a consequence of that decision."

“…you all fall.” Elijah swore under his breath. “Then maybe I don’t finish the bond,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. Claudia shook her head. “It’s not a choice anymore. The magic will find a way. The fifth thread will come to you, drawn like iron to a lodestone. And when it does, the Council will know. The sirens will be forced out of hiding. The war will begin in earnest.” “Why hide for so long?” Dylan asked, his voice soft but laced with tension.

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

But beyond the hills, a faint golden glow pulsed, steady, waiting. “Not over,” I said. “She’s gone. But something crossed when I threw her back.” “What?” I closed my eyes. In the darkness I saw a throne of void, empty, cracked. And footsteps approaching it. “A crown,” I whispered. “And whoever wears it will come for both realms.” Leofric’s hand found mine. Warriors assembled behind us, battered but breathing. I drew the silver blade. “Then we prepare. For the war after the war.” Far away a single horn sounded from the golden horizon. Challenge or coronation, I could not tell. The sound vibrated through the fresh morning as if the world itself took a breath, ready to decide which realm would