Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

Stephan said, pointing at the pile of books. They begin arranging the books, and it took them a while until closing hours. Stephan hasn’t said a word to Omar all the while, which kept him worried. “What sort of human is this, working none stop like a robot?” Omar kept on murmuring to himself. They finished arranging the books after a while and Omar sat on a chair looking so tired.

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.

Sighing, she turned her thoughts back towards the problems she now faced, allowing them to fill her. What would happen should war begin, would she ever see her friend again? What did John want with her mother? Tears slid down her cheeks, what would she do as the world twisted and changed before her very eyes, barely giving her a chance to come to grips with what she now knew. For if war did begin, would she be able to fight? And could she kill to protect those that she cared for? The questions looped and repeated as she rounded a corner, terrified that she would watch everyone that she ever knew die.

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“The handwriting — that’s Mason Briggs.” “Who the hell is Mason?” Kael’s eyes shifted toward the window. “A man who thinks this town belongs to him. Including me. He doesn’t like strangers, detests memories. And he sure as hell doesn’t like people digging up what should stay buried.” “Sounds familiar,” Riven muttered. Kael’s eyes cut back to him. “This place swallows people who forget what it is.” “I don’t remember anything.” “Exactly.” Something inside Riven snapped. Tired, bitter and frustrated.

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

Before anyone had even mentioned it, Sylvia had already jumped in preemptively. "Stop making up stories among yourselves! I don't know this guy, period!" She looked at me and added anxiously, "Stop feeding them lies! This estate belongs to me, and I have every right to gift it to my boyfriend. Security! Get this madman out of my property!" Six men answered by forcefully twisting my arms behind me before shoving me toward the exit. I realized I did not recognize any of their faces. It just occurred to me that almost everyone in the retinue was a stranger—save for that snake, William, who might as well be someone I used to know.

William excused himself once the party was over, saying that he had something to do. I figured he was probably going to spend time with Emily, who was hiding in that room. Not long after, I heard two gunshots coming from the top of the hill. Feeling numb, I looked up only to see strangers approaching me. I stared at the people before me as they took guns out and aimed at my head. Just when I thought I was going to die, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me. When the armed men saw that it was William, they fired a few shots in succession.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

No match to the aura that clung to her. I turned another page, frustration creeping into my chest. The book was meticulous—births, deaths, even lost heirs, and yet she was a ghost in all of it. A shadow that didn’t belong anywhere. My gaze drifted toward a second, smaller volume hidden behind the larger ones. The Book of the Fallen Packs. The title alone carried a chill. Those who were wiped from the records after the wars, their families scattered or erased. I set it down carefully and flipped it open. The entries were old, ink faded to brown, but one name caught my attention, House of Velmir.