Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

In lieu of being able to ask him myself, I needed to be as certain as I could be of what he would want. Holding the book close like a treasure, I fully intended to check it out, but, deciding to wait for Cathy, to see whatever she uncovered, I sat down at one of the tables near the front of the library, and opened the book. I am a man of decision, the book began. In times of war, even a moment of hesitation could lead to a death. With good warriors under my charge, I would never risk it. “Aria?” I lifted my head up from the book and looked straight into Matt’s face.

It was nothing like I ever saw. I picked the book of shining light. It was a big book and it had such an inscribed and ancient design. On the cover, there was an evil looking being and an angelic being. They each were on fighting positions. It’s like they wanted to attack each other. Curiosity led me to open the book. My fingers stopped working when the pages of the book flipped open by themselves. I was astounded. It stopped at a page. A page I desperately read. And so it was said, that every millennium. A war between the brothers of light and the brothers of darkness shall take place. The…

It’s almost like she just copied the book. About an hour into it, Legolas found the notes telling which war happened where. I had Legolas read out to me while I wrote down W1, W2, etc. next to each ‘X’. That’s when I saw it. War 1 was located in what is now known as Russia. War 2 was located in now known as Canada. War 3 was located in now known Mexico. War 4 was located in now known Mid-West USA. “Hey look at this.” I called out to Legolas who was sitting on the other side of the table from me.

We have phones for that. My thoughts whirl. Nothing in these books has given me any sort of idea of how I could end this war without being shipped off like a prized pig. Most of it includes accounts of some of the worst battles; ones where too many lives were lost. I’m surprised both Shifters and Wyres have survived any of it.

·Third-Person· "Why?" The only word that came out of her mouth. Her expression is completely sharp with no emotions showing on her face. Her eyes are stagnant, but tears are streaming from them. Estelle Bellatrix Malraux is a free-spirited woman. A lady that was trained to fight and to lead the pack once her father stepped down from being the Alpha of their pack, Malraux.

One of them paused again, scanning the grass in my direction, and I flattened myself further, barely daring to breathe. I swallowed, trembling slightly, gripping the book like a lifeline. This wasn’t school anymore. This wasn’t normal. This was danger. And I had just realized… Francesca wasn’t my problem anymore. Lorenzo’s men were. My breath quickened as I inched backward, clutching my sketchbook to my chest. The men were spreading out farther now, and I could feel my pulse drumming against my ribs. Move, Alessia. Now.

It felt like a witness that had seen too much and chosen silence only because no one had asked it correctly. I stood by the fire in the library with a glass of water I had not touched and watched the reflection of the room in the dark window. No war maps anymore. No pinned photos. No string. No furious handwriting. No names circled like targets. The war room door behind the shelves stood open now, fully open, and that was perhaps the strangest change of all. No hidden pulse. No secret chamber pretending not to exist. Just a room with files, truth, and the exhausted dignity of having done what it was built to do.

Did he think about the people who died in the war? “Sir, did you serve in the war?” she asked. “I almost did, miss. But they said I was too weak. So, I joined the squad that provided rations for the soldiers,” he answered her. “Did you go to the front lines?” Mary asked. “No, miss. We were not needed there. Did you work in the war?” Mary sighed. “Yes, I did.” “Oh. What did you do?” “I worked as a volunteer nurse. Took care of the soldiers they brought into the medical camps,” Mary told him.

It is a ritual to wait after a special event like this. They were tired physically but I could see the satisfaction in their eyes. April’s pink hair was all over her face in a messy way as she talked to Maya. Sammy was also here, sitting quietly while Brent was chatting with some of the members. And Kael… Kael leaned casually against a support pole, his gaze lowered as if he was avoiding eye contact with anyone. That aside, I was really pleased to have all of them as a book club member. Without them, the book club would be nothing and I'll be nothing.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.