Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

Things were still pretty good back then after the war that separated us from the Werewolves. When things died down, it was like a breath of fresh air for us to be free with who we were. “Do you see anything?” Not yet, all these things were just records of administration and important events. The book was quite huge so I knew that I was in for a long time. It was very dusty so I had to hold my breath Everytime I flipped the pages. “I think I found something.” Lawrence crouched beside me to look at the book. The entry dated

Come if you want to hear something good. Every single person came. They filled the war room the way they always did. The same faces. The same arrangement of bodies in the familiar space. Danny with his arm in a sling. Riley on her crutches. Cruz and the other younger members near the back. The people who had been with this club for a decade alongside the people who had been here for two years. All of them carrying the accumulated weight of everything the last months had cost. I stood at the front and I looked at all of them.

I walked to the meeting area and sat on the sofa leather couch, the leather creaking as I did. He pressed a button on the control panel in his hands. The big led screen came to life, showing the ten men and women in the Board of War. They were individuals whose work is to kill,track and advise. I picked them as a part of my business because I know how clean they work. For over six years, all they've done was served me to the fullest. They've never missed any details and that's why we all work together as a team. They were used only for emergencies like this one. Individuals on the Board of War are intellectuals and meticulous.

said Mithraos. And thus, two nobles each from the empires sat down and made the rules of the war. It was a process that was not heard of ever before. The other Kingdoms were also keenly observing the happenings. The war was not going to be pretty and it is a good thing that both kings thought of their people first and blood thirst later.

Still, I gulped hard and trudged forward, walking down the steps and towards wherever the light was headed. Buck was right at the end waiting for me, those eyes still filled with disdain which he rolled as soon as he caught a glimpse, “Follow me.” I nodded, tagging alongside him as we walked into a chamber filled with other males. They were the pack members, their voices filled the room from jesting to arguments. The noise had died down immediately as my head hung low, my cowardly self unable to bear their eyes focusing on me as we walked towards the path that led outside.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

"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.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.