Faith Ashes Of War Novels & Stories

His breathing was shallow and the whole sight made my stomach twist. Noah turned on me. “Oh, come on. Stop acting like you're disguested by blood. You shed some yourself.” I shook my head slowly. “I’m trying not to anymore.” He let out a bitter laugh. “You think that matters? You think you can just walk away and everything stops? You’re all the same, you fight, you swear it’s for loyalty, and the rest of us clean up your mess.” “I didn’t ask for this war,” I said quietly. “I came out of prison trying to do better.”

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The air was heavy with the scent of charred earth and blood, a stark reminder of the carnage that had unfolded mere hours ago. I stood there, amidst the remnants of war, my heart burdened by the cost of our victory. Around me, Alpha Markus and Alpha Biansky surveyed the battlefield, their expressions grim as they took in the devastation. "Alpha Biansky," I began, my voice steady despite the sorrow that clawed at my chest, "your son's bravery will be honored. We've all lost kin to this senseless conflict. Let us ensure their sacrifices were not in vain."

"If you go back now. there will be war." Her hand curled over his. No longer shaking. "Then there shall be war." Ignatius did not say a word — at least, not initially. He merely gazed at her. This woman pursued, burned, buried. And yet she rose. “You speak it so easily,” he said, voice low. “But war is not glory. It’s ash. It’s blood. It’s friends you’ve just named family dying in your arms.” Krishna stood. Her hair shimmered in the wind — no longer the girl they had bound to the pyre.

“Gods, I love you so much.” Just like that, there is no war, no losses, no Tormentia, and no impending concessions to Warfang. There is only Ainslee and Rafe. If I have a soul, it is wholly entwined with hers. If I don’t, having the privilege of being dear to hers is enough. More than enough.

"Or did they trust me to only ask for sacrifices that mattered? To not waste their lives on gambles that might fail?" "We got the documents," I reminded him. "The mission succeeded." "At what cost?" He finally looked at me, and I saw anguish in his eyes. "Eighteen dead. Thirty-two wounded. The outer compound lost. Our territory cut to a fraction of what it was. Is this what success looks like? Because it feels like failure." I sat beside him, taking his bloodstained hands in mine. "You did what was necessary." "That is what my father used to say." He pulled away. "After the Grayfang war. After other campaigns I only learned about later. 'It was necessary,' he would tell himself. Justified ev

The Lagos dawn broke over a city that had become a graveyard of gods and machines. The alien fleet’s wreckage lay scattered across the lagoon like the bones of fallen titans, obsidian hulls half-submerged and still crackling with dying blue energy. Rebel fires dotted the streets, not in celebration but in mourning for the thousands lost to the hybrid infection. The provisional government led by Aisha’s surviving lieutenants had declared a fragile ceasefire, but the real war had moved inward. Into the minds. Into the souls.

Finally, their sacrifices did not go in vain. “However,” Fritz added. I gazed at her. “The lives of the innocent Madreese—children and civilians were taken away by us. Some of them were heavily injured, and I don't think that they can make it.” She glanced at the commander. "We can never take back their lives, Revi." I was dumbfounded. Revi just let out a sigh. “The war is already over. Let's just forget about those.” I couldn’t blame her actually. I’m the one who agreed to this. The deaths of Madreign’s innocent people were part of my decision’s consequences. “You’re right. Let’s forget about those. The most important thing here is . . . we won.”

They just needed one lucky bite to my artery, and I would lose this fight. I let the two hit my side and went straight for the third. They could get their scratches in for now. I quickly killed the third wolf, and the two now needed a new fucking plan. It was almost comical how easy it was to kill them, weren’t it for the fact that I knew some of these soldiers. I knew what the war did to their families. How many more people would lose their mate or family member today? "You need to go back." Asher ordered. It came out sounding angry and worried at the same fucking time. What happened?

“They think they can end faith by burning fields. They’ve forgotten: truth survives in the ashes. I’m close to finding the ones funding this chaos. Trust no one in the council until I return.” My throat tightened. He was alive. Still moving through the shadows, chasing the ghosts behind this war. I folded the letter and held it to my chest, the rain soaking through my gloves. Around me, the fires hissed and died. The Prophet’s voice was gone, but his echo lingered in every heart he’d poisoned. The war was no longer about thrones. It was about the soul of the kingdom.