Holy Grail War Novels & Stories

I stuttered. “Exactly. Your father’s pack is in danger. Our intelligent sources tell us that he is planning to wage a war against your father’s pack. You and I know that your father can not fight off Fenrir alone. Your father’s pack is the weakest of the four packs.” Ryker said, spitting nothing but facts. My jaw clenched. “Why would I be so sure , you are a lair Ryker. You are very cunning and manipulative. I can not place all my eggs in one basket by trusting you.

I wanted to get Wilson back on the right track, as it seemed my question had derailed him. "There was a great war." Wilson went on. "The war was between the holy knights and the kingdom of Allsbrook. The king no longer wanted to be under the thumb of the church and therefore went to war to break their ties. This, of course, was frowned upon by the holy knights; therefore, they would not easily back down." "No mutual agreements? Was violence truly the only way?" I didn't know where the thought came from, but it felt like something I was used to. Could it have been something that was normal where I came from?

Grace's salty tone cried, "I owe this harlot a shot or two. The stone began to glow, and the shadowy soul gripped two pine trees. She shrieked and howled until the power of the stone drew her back in. Silence filled the air and stayed for several minutes. All seven trees glowed. Shadowy fists pounded against the stone but couldn't break free. Grace looked around, "We won this round. What's next?" Warren held Theria in his arms and said, "We go after the Codex Gigas" To be continued in Scald Crow 2 The Codex Gigas

"They want the altar. They want me." The winds howled outside, and far away in the catacombs beneath the Church, an ancient seal began to tremble. The war had begun and it is raging. ---

“No warning, no omens, nothing! Ferals don’t strike like this. Where was the Moonwhisperer’s sign?” “He’s right.” Elder Mira leaned forward as her voice trembled with urgency. “The last feral war was ten thousand years ago, when the Moonwhisperer vanquished the Dark One. We thought they had been eradicated. How could we be so blind?” “Another Great War?” a general muttered, “We’re not ready.” “They struck near the White Mountain Territory,” Tobias added as his finger jabbed the map spread before us. “Right at the edge of Obsidian Crest… the heart of our power.”

I asked, my voice laced with a dangerous calm. "I know you saw Logan just now. Aren’t you coming back from his company?" he sneered. "The fuck? Are you following me?" My eyes narrowed. "You're the one following me prick." He countered, stepping closer too. "And I know you've been digging around too. Sniffing your dog like nose in my business.” I scoffed, “If you've got nothing to hide, you shouldn't be worried about a little digging." Gavin's eyes flashed. Then he grabbed my collar, his fingers digging into the fabric. I reacted instantly, grabbing his equally. We stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, our eyes locked.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.