Novel & Cerita Faith Ashes Of War

Hearing the door open, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Brewster. Brewster breathed hitched. He could feel Ace's terrible mood. Ace returned his gaze to his laptop, "Wash up." He ordered. Brewster nodded and slowly dragged his feet to the bathroom. His mind wandered as he opened the shower, letting the water pour over his body while he rubbed it. "I hope... he pays me this time." He silently wished.

And she lives in the same neighbourhood now. Stories like this spill out one after another, small betrayals, quiet abandonment. By the time we finish talking, our eyes are swollen, our throats raw. Eventually, we wipe our tears and return to our rooms to sleep. We need rest, strength, because none of us knows what kind of war tomorrow is waiting to unleash on us. I’m exhausted, truly exhausted, and fall asleep the moment my head touches the pillow. My sleep snaps open at the sound of a door creaking. For a second, with my eyes still closed, I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or awake.

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

They turned away—carrying each other through ash and ruin—leaving me alone. I sank to my knees in the burnt earth. Mimi. I whispered her name until the wind picked it up and carried it away. And then I stood. A new war had begun. And I wouldn’t fight it alone. I rose unsteadily, blood still thudding in my ears, and surveyed the devastation around me. The ash was thick like snow after an apocalyptic winter, and every breath brought stings of smoke that reminded me Mimi’s body had once been here, reduced to unrecognizable charcoal. The wound in my chest pulsed with each inhale, a reminder that loss could be an all-consuming fire.

Ace felt he was the only one out of his brothers who deserved to go in first and he planned to do just that, Asher being the one who always stayed in the shadows, and the voice of reason was not finding himself feeling more then ready to run into war for the women he loves and the kids he didn’t know he had. This was the world they had grown up to rule and he’d be damned if he tucked tail and bowed out of a war he honestly never wanted. Alex for once found himself in the small chapel on the back lot of the estate grounds. Looking up at the painted sculpture of the Virgin Mary in all her glory. He found himself praying to a god he had never believed in. he prayed to return safety and join the

She didn’t understand all of it—but she knew this wasn’t just war. This was betrayal. Revolution. And love—bleeding at the center of it all. In the heart of the storm, Asher fought like a force of nature—wounded but unyielding. He took down three of Aiden’s lieutenants with bone-cracking precision, blood staining the marble beneath him. But it was not enough. He was surrounded. And just as Julian stepped forward to strike, a howl rang through the mountain—raw, broken, familiar. Akira.

Inside was a single photograph — Alessia, flanked by her closest lieutenants, eyes blazing with unyielding defiance. And beneath it, a note in sharp, deliberate handwriting: “She knows you’re coming.” My heart tightened for a moment, then steadied. The war was no longer about survival. It was personal. I crushed the photo in my fist, feeling the paper tear between my fingers like the last fragile thread holding our history together. I would not lose. Not again. I took a final drag from my cigar, the ember glowing like a promise. The city would burn. But from the ashes, I would rise.

It feels like I'm in a coma that has been bedridden for a year. While waiting for the people I have felt, I suddenly remembered the things that I had done last night. My body is uncontrolled at that time, it seems like someone is controlling my body. I couldn't still forget how my hands pierced through those Wolves I killed and snatched their beating heart out of their body. I can still remember how I badly wanna kill that Beta who used to be my parents' friend, and he still dares to make me treat him as my father. That wench is so disgusting.

"Two hundred years ago, a lycan of royal descent and a cat shifter were mated. The Lycans were not happy as they wanted the royal line to remain fresh. The cat shifter named Diana had a witch father. It was said that he sought power over many supernatural beings and was most delighted with the mate bond between his daughter and the Lycan, but unfortunately, war broke out between the two species, and Diana was killed. Her father was so vengeful that he swore revenge on all the Lycans and he promised to bring his daughter who, like him, was blinded by power, back to life, more dreadful and powerful. The poor Lycan, maddened by grief over the loss of his mate, committed suicide and joined her i