I Fell In Love With An Ancient General Novels & Stories

“I am sorry. I didn’t know.” “Well, at least, I am no longer in that relationship with him.” “Even if you are! I know you deserve it! Especially now! After what happened!” he suddenly exclaims. I frown. He seems to be more passionate than I am. “O-okay…” Then my eyes shift to Gezer and the other vampires. The sun is already low, but they seem to hide from the sun. “I’m not even surprised if General Klevon is in love with you. And—” the young man continues.

She managed to shakily drag out. “I am completely and utterly in love with you.” Kendra’s shoulders slumped in relief so great that she didn’t really process what the General had just shared with her. When she finally did, she shot him a look of utter surprise, “Wait, what?” A surprised chuckle escaped her lips. “But how is that possible? How can you tell? Because we both know that Aphrodite must grant you her blessing before you get that lucky.” “That is the thing Artemis,” He countered. “Aphrodite has granted me her blessing… you’re the one she has promised me.”

Entire sections of the city appeared shattered by unimaginable force. Elyria approached a fallen statue partially buried beneath vines. Her fingers traced the weathered face. Tears shimmered briefly in her eyes. "He was one of our generals." Nobody knew how to respond. The grief in her voice transcended time itself. Thousands of years had passed. The loss remained. As the expedition began establishing a temporary camp, I wandered toward the central archway. Something about it drew my attention. Ancient symbols covered its surface. Many were faded. Others remained surprisingly clear.

--- The General noticed. "You've been studying me." "I've been waiting." "For what?" "The right mistake." Varkor laughed. "You think I'll make one?" "You already have." Kael lunged. Instead of aiming for the General's chest... He slid beneath the giant's guard. His sword struck the back of Varkor's left knee. A crack echoed across the valley. The ancient armor finally broke. The General dropped onto one knee. The fortress erupted in cheers. The corrupted army remained silent.

I lifted a heavy, trembling hand and found raw, raised skin — a brand new claim mark, still hot to the touch. She'd bitten me. Tethered her own living soul directly onto mine and hauled me back over a line most people don't come back from, apparently through sheer force of will and spite. "You're an absolute lunatic," I rasped. My voice sounded like gravel run through a blender. She stared at me for a second, chest heaving, processing the fact that I was actually talking, actually breathing, actually here. And then the Warlord — the general who had just leveled a five-thousand-year-old evil king single-handedly — completely fell apart in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded louder. "So, Vincent isn't my biological father?” She looked at me then, and her eyes were wet. “He changed after that. Became bitter. Cold. He blamed himself but took it out on me. I was lonely, Layla. Desperate.” I swallowed hard, hands clenched into fists. “That’s when he came back,” she said. “Alexander Blackwood.” The name dropped like a hammer. “You were lovers,” I said flatly. She nodded. “Years before I met Alexander. He was the man I couldn’t have. And the one I never forgot. When I saw him again, I… I was weak.”

**Day 9** Richard's POV: "Richard, you didn't intentionally fall out of love." My grandma shakes her head but it doesn't matter what she says, I'm still going to feel guilty at the end of the day. "Who knows, maybe when Hannah comes out, you will fall in love with her again, maybe she will fall in love with you too. All over again." "Can that actually happen?" I ask her with a hope. "Of course." She smiles at me sweetly, "How many times do you think I fell in love with your grandfather? Everyday a little more, for 35 years."

It was on that fateful day, at a private room that the general had sat with his troops, enjoying the evening, drowning in alcohol after coming from a mission that had left most of the soldiers killed. Elvira had caught sight of the bulky man, the only man that made her body burn in desire for the first time and she knew she wanted him, a soldier or not, she would get him. At first Elvira thought that she was gay having felt no attraction the any man so far, but seeing the refined and muscular man, all her walls had broken, her heart stricken with love. She had made her way to him, but he repulsed her immediately. But she didn't give up hope. She waited, till the alcohol got the better of him

"And I am sorry about that." I watch the torment playing on his face. And I feel like I should say something, but he speaks again, before I can think of words to utter. "And this is when Rome —a Lycan I created— fell in love with you." The mention of his name makes chills run down my back.

I screamed in his face, watching the smooth mocha-colored skin tighten until his expression was thunderous. “I’m the only one who cares about you in this fortress Laziel! Me! I only need you to trust me! Let’s rebuild what we once had, alright? I know deep down, somewhere, your wolf still yearns for my touch…my wildness,” I said, my voice dwindling to a seductive whisper as I trailed my fingers down the hard ridges of his abs, darting my tongue out to claim his lips when I sensed his hesitation. My body jerked violently after I screwed my eyes shut and I realized the general had shoved me away, bristling.