A Call To Arms: Book Novels & Stories

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

Armor made of bone. Shadow wolves. Dead soldiers from the rebellion. Resurrected. Lily stepped back, breath caught in her throat. “What are they?” Victor smiled. “My army.” Callum unsheathed his claws, positioning himself between Lily and the oncoming creatures. “Run,” he growled. “Now.” But she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped forward. “Lily......” Callum shouted, grabbing her wrist, but she yanked free. She walked straight up to Victor.

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

"Did I? Because I perceive that I just proclaimed war." He gave me a tiny stern smile. "Yes, you did. But it was a war that needed to be proclaimed." For a split moment, neither of us moved. The burden of what had just occurred rested over us like a dark cloud. Then Cathy appeared at the doorway, holding out my phone. "Ma'am." she said reluctantly, "you have a message." I picked the phone from her, my heart dropping when I saw the notification. From an Unsaved number: You've started a war you can't finish. Watch your back.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel." "They will call him god. But we know better. We call him ours." — Aria

Our arms brushed lightly, and that small contact somehow grounded me in the middle of everything that was happening. Liam’s eyes moved slowly over me. His gaze traveled from my messy hair, down to the oversized T-shirt I was wearing, then to my bare legs before moving back up to my face again. His lips curved slightly, but it wasn’t a smile.It was something darker. Something angry.Before I could even react, he suddenly lunged forward, his shoulder slamming hard into Roman’s chest. Roman stumbled back a step, clearly surprised by the sudden movement, before he could even steady himself, Liam’s fist flew forward. The punch landed hard against his jaw with a sickening crack. Roman’s head snappe

Like autonomy is a commodity. The Axis hums, uneasy. I exhale slowly. “Send word to the Accord,” I say. “All councils. Immediately.” The man nods, rushing out. I stand alone in the chamber, anger quiet and contained, like fire banked under stone. Book Three was about proving consent could survive power. Book Four is going to be about proving consent can survive comfort. And that is a harsher war. Enemy POV: Clarion performs beautifully. They do not need direct orders. They do not need puppeteering. They need only a tool, a field that reduces friction, and language that makes control feel responsible.

Then I spoke, each word measured. "We remind the world who I am. . She can beg, she can cry, but Amara is not a pawn. Not anymore." Mikhail met my eyes and gave a slow nod. Collins smirked grimly. The decision was made. Ruby had opened a war on live television. She thought the crowd would protect her. She was wrong. Dead wrong!

Above her, the Blade of Caladris floats, quiet and steady, pulsing with her breath. The courtyard holds its breath. And then, She speaks. “Once,” she begins, and her voice is neither loud nor soft. It simply is. A sound the world has been waiting for. “Armies were built by blood.” The wind hushes. The wolves still. The witches tilt their heads. “By banners. By thrones. By names that carved borders and built walls and forgot who they buried beneath them.” Her eyes move across the faces below. Not one is missed.