Faith Ashes Of War Novels & Stories

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

He had already suffered so much. And even after death… he still couldn't be spared this humiliation. It was my fault. All of it. A hand landed gently on my shoulder. Cassia knelt beside me and pulled me into her arms. There was a faint, clean scent about her. It steadied me, just enough to keep me from falling apart completely. I cried against her shoulder, letting everything out–grief, anger, despair. After a long time, my sobs finally quieted. I looked up at her with red eyes. "Cassia… thank you. If it weren't for you…"

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

Beside the frame sat a glass vase containing the single item the ocean had surrendered: the soot-stained crimson silk scarf. I stared at that photograph until my eyes burned, my chest trapped in a vise that tightened with every tick of the cathedral clock. I was dressed in a tailored black suit, but I felt like a corpse wrapped in wool. The dark gash across my forehead throbbed with a dull, constant ache beneath my dark hair, a bitter physical reminder of the fire that had consumed my life six days ago off the coast of Florida. The archbishop’s voice boomed softly through the vaulted arches, delivering a practiced, hollow sermon about grace, tragedy, and God’s mysterious plan.

I swallowed, my voice reverberating even with its softness, “we remember, we honor, and we continue.” “My condolences to you, Alpha Zarion.” It was Chancellor Caesar Franklin uttered, tapping my shoulders afterwards. “We’ll be leaving now...now that all has been settled. All grudges been answered.” I did not move. I was still kneeling in front of my beloved, my wife. Cassidy, on the ground lifeless. I could have seen the children she’ll give me, their eyes identical to hers. Their hair the same beauty as mine. Most of the members of the Volatile Hounds Pack return to our fortress, not to celebrate but to spread the news. Although we won the war, I freaking felt defeated more than ever.

“It’s too late for that, Althea. Even if he lets them go, his actions already set this in motion. The boulder’s rolling downhill. Nothing we do can stop it now.” It’s stupid, how hard those words hit. Like a final nail hammered into something I didn’t even realize I was still hoping for. I look down at my hands, curling them into fists. Of course it wouldn’t change anything. Of course we’re still going to war. Which means I’ll definitely be seeing Asher again. And next time, there won’t be any stolen kisses. There can’t be. Aaron’s still watching me. I realize too late that he’s been talking. “…been like this since I was a kid, but lately it’s worse. Dreams that don’t feel like dreams. Visio

From an unknown sender. Ayesha’s breath caught. It was a single sentence. “You think you won?” Her pulse quickened. Because deep down? She knew. The war was never really over. Cairo, Egypt – Three Hours After Titan’s Fall Ayesha sat in the back of a black SUV, watching the city lights blur past. The streets of Cairo were quieter now, the echoes of the battle fading into the past. Titan was dead. Kade was in custody. And yet? She felt no relief.

Choose quickly. I clenched my fists. Faith was broken. The truth was sharp. And war was learning how to breathe. I looked at the god offering alliance and whispered the question that would change everything. “If I say yes,” I asked, “who falls next?”

"Elara, no… she's innocent. I'm the one who's wrong, not her. She's just a human girl, she doesn't understand any of this—" He was still defending her. Even now, he was still defending her. The last spark of hope in my heart was extinguished. I turned and walked toward the door. "Let's go," I said to my warriors. I finally saw Kaelen for the selfish man he was, torn between two women. His heart had become worthless. Even if he killed Seraphina for me today, we could never go back to what we were. But just as I stepped over the threshold, a gunshot rang out behind me.

She was back at last. Ashley would often sit staring for hours. Her face was hollow and haunted, her mind frigid and deserted. The more the years went on, the more her people appeared to become like her. Many were yanked away, and those that were left would wish it was them. The world had gone rough, because of the plague that was death, and war. "Miss, are you okay?" Anna interrogated as she peered at the woman who seemed to look like Ashely, Mr. Faiz's assistant.