Embers Of War Book Novelas e Histórias

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.

Her voice breaks as she speaks, turning to face me. Her face is desolate, her eyes empty and hollow. "Now, I'm just left trying to fill the void. Regardless, we still have a ball to decorate. Has the book helped your memory?" I glance down at the book in my hands slowly, decorated with elaborate portraits and statues of the Gods, full to the brim with information over each Greek entity. "Not my memory, but...I am glad I have looked it over. I feel slightly more prepared for this gathering now that I know a bit about the people attending."

Nathaniel Lee smiled again before replying, “Honey, I think the rules have changed.” Confused, Angela furrowed her brow. “Different? What do you mean?” Nathaniel Lee didn’t hesitate to explain, “Angela, some kingdoms still keep the identities of certain officials like their War Generals, hidden many of them are still dealing with internal conflicts.” Angela was even more confused, but she held back from asking any further questions. She knew her husband wasn’t finished explaining yet.

"Now we're officially unreachable." "Good." Arabelle settled back against him. "For the next week, we don't exist. We're just two people on vacation." "Just two people," he agreed. And for the rest of the evening, that's exactly what they were. No titles. No responsibilities. No empire to run or enemies to fight. Just Dante and Arabelle. Healing. Loving. Living. Together. --- Back in the city, in the war room of the Valerio estate, Clara and Massimo stood over maps and reports.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.