Ash Of War Determination Novels & Stories

His tone was hoarse, but his eyes showed determination. A masculine laughter rang across the phone, followed by a string of words that only Jim could understand. His jaw clenched, "I will do anything. Did you not target him because of me? I will do whatever you ask. Just make Brewster famous." Jim said with every breath he could muster. His hands trembled, and the phone nearly fell. His eyes grew red, but his lips slowly curled up, indicating how relieved he felt. "I will meet you at the hotel then." He said, and his hand shook as he ended the call.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

A war was waging in my mind and dilemma has a tight grip on me. I remained silent, lowering my gaze to the marble floor. Asher sighed. "Its fine if you can't decide on the spot. We'll give you three days to decide."

CADEN He stopped holding back. That was the decision. Simple. Final. Ash wanted a real fight, and Caden was done being careful about it. He came in fast and low and felt Ash read it and adjust, and they hit each other in the middle of the ground with enough force that the watching wolves went audibly sharp all at once. Back and forth across the dirt, neither of them clean, neither of them giving anything free. Ash was quick in a way that kept surprising him, kept finding angles that shouldn't have been there, and moved like someone who'd learnt to fight in spaces where losing wasn't an option.

(Arkael Ashborne) Without Apollo, his army would fall. A low, almost inaudible exhale left him, something steadier than triumph but no less certain, a quiet acknowledgment of the shape of things to come as it aligned itself around him with a clarity that felt less like prediction and more like inevitability, as if the war itself had always been bending toward this outcome, waiting for the moment it could reveal its true direction. This war had always been moving toward this moment.

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.

she said crossing her arms. “Depends who you talk to. Some think 25, others not so much.” Daniel shook his head. “In human years I am over 5,000. I've trained years for a pending war everyone feared would happen sometime soon,” he said looking at Abey. “I've been with Abey throughout her lifetimes. She has seen many wars, felt many pains, and seen even more death and torture.”

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly. “You knew,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous. “You knew you were cheating on me, that’s why you rejected me on our wedding right. You had an human lover!” Adelia’s eyes widened in fear as she shook her head. “No Russe, listen to me.” she whispered. “I swear on my life, I would never!” He had always been taught that werewolves should only mate with their own kind, and the idea of a hybrid child was frowned upon. How could she leave him for some smelly human!