Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

"The supreme Lord of the Temple of War, with four Four Dukes of War, nine Barons of War, and 108 War Generals under your command. Your strength is overwhelming. Am I not right?" "Yes," Alexander replied with a smile, nodding gently. The composition of the high-ranking members of the Temple of War was not a secret within the country. What remained truly confidential were the detailed information about each member, including their age, appearance, background, and personal abilities. Except for the Wyverna's royalty, even the other major military factions in the country had only a vague understanding, unable to dig into their detailed profiles. "Since you're from the Temple of War, you must've

War started now. ***

Valeria The walls of the war room seemed to close in around me as I stood at the head of the table, watching my council members, warriors, and most trusted allies file out. They carried the weight of my decision on their shoulders, just as I carried the burden of their faith—or lack thereof—on mine. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the fractures forming beneath the surface, ready to split open if I made the wrong move.