Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at him, and he chuckled. We sat up and realized that we had been locked in by the library keepers. They probably didn't know that we were inside. “Don't worry, I know too many ways out of this place.” Zion said, and I felt at rest. The books were mostly boring, but they were also enlightening. “So, there's this war that happened that caused the demons to be banished.” I said, and he raised his head to look at me. “The Battle of Wolmon.” Zion said, and I nodded. His eyes widened when he realized what I was driving at.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Nollace answered patiently, “It’s a book regarding the art of war that I read in the past. It has been passed down since ancient times. It says that one won’t have to worry about the outcome of a war if they know themselves and their enemy well. If they only know themselves well but not their enemy, they might lose their battle. However, if they don’t know themselves and their enemy well, they will lose all their battles.” King William nodded understandingly and said, “It seems like I need to read that book when I’m free.”

Zoya said dismissively as she left for her room. Zoya's room was like a wonderland for different kinds of books, quotes, poetry, art and photos. She loved taking photos a lot and had two cameras which made this quite easy for her. Her wall was plastered with different colors of photos and aesthetic poetry that gives the room a very vibrant feel. It was large and very bright. This was also her favourite part of the house because she gets to do whatever she wanted in there without being criticized or called a nerd except on some occasions. Her room wasn't really like a typical female room, it was more like a library. With the very tall shelves inhabiting hundreds of novels and books, her furni

“Men are the harshest of races and they populate most of the realm, their numbers growing each year. They mostly destroy and enslave other races, but they are unable to use any form of magic, and live in stone cities that are under constant attack as the race is forever at war. The humans have many villages and cities, but the ones with the most population are Sential, Anate, Seran, Vanaat and Denafer." “Impressive.” Tuviel nodded, “The dwarfs and trolls?” Astria bit her bottom lip as she began to recall what she knew, speaking each word from memory. “The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming.

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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.

Kael said. The Council members returned to their vehicles without another word. As they drove away, I felt the weight of what we had just done settle over the compound. We had dec lared war on the most powerful organization in the wolf world. And we had no idea if we could survive what came next.

And although they all worked together for the same goal, everyone had their own special sides and brought them into the colorful mosaic that depicted life like a precious little stone. Raen was also to have lessons on Ban Arnor, the book of warriors, which recorded all the rules and commandments of the warrior caste. And he was excited when they first went to the priests' study, which was above the Upper Sanctuary. There was a large cupboard there, with only a large gold disk on the otherwise plain doors. It split in half when Chodan opened the cupboard. The old priest bowed to a wooden box in which the book was stowed, and then carefully removed it. It was the largest book Raen had ever see

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.

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