Iliad War Novels & Stories

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"And I need to do both of those things simultaneously without the left hand knowing what the right is doing." "Yes." I paused. "I have thoughts about the port securing." He turned from the window. "Tell me." What followed was thirty days that I later thought of as Luca's first war only because it was the first one I was inside. He had fought before had been fighting the whole time I had known him in the various ways this world required. But this was different. This was coordinated, multi-front, conducted against an opponent that was sophisticated and well-resourced and watching carefully.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

This wasn't over. This was war.

As night fell, Luca held Adrian tightly in bed, still buried deep inside him. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more certain of anything in my life.” The declaration had been made. The lines had been drawn. Now the real fire would begin.

“From our lord and Emperor Caesar Randall Tiberius, Supreme Leader of Remas and Recipient of the People’s Senate. ‘I hereby Declare a State of the War in the Remanian Empire. Our War with Persiais over, but we face another foe. A massive rebel force that seeks to raise anarchy, death and to ensure Destruction of all that we have fought for. They have assaulted the cities of Londana, Stantum, Barcelos, New Capua, Rendra and the Capital herself. They have slaughtered many good Remanian citizens and are robbing us of our hard earned peace. Let us remind these fools of the Might of Remas. Glory to the Legions, Strength and Honor and Roma Eterna’ “

nobody knows, how long this war will last, it might take 1 day or 5 days, or even 12 days, we don't know. Ariel was in 3 lines, which is dangerous too, soon, the general of Delica revealed his face, and it makes Ariel surprised. general:- I am general Lucian, I will going to lead you in battle, remember that if you don't kill others or make any small mistakes, then tomorrow is not for you, we going to war, to protect our friends, family and citizens of this nation, don't believe that you can't survive, don't believe that you can't kill other, their thousands of mighty warriors I history who fought battle, if even their leg is injured by 100 of the arrow, even their head cut off, they fight u

They both forgot they were in the open and before a mighty army. Dodo had been laid to waste and the dragon had had his fill of blood, now moving about the compound of the palace, putting fear in the hearts of the remaining soldiers who in their thousands were facing the ground in surrender. That night was the bloodiest of all the battles the King of Dodo and his men had ever fought. Akiza's mother was now focusing her gaze on the Prophetess of Dodo.

And the Alpha was left speechlessly confused. ***** “What war is she talking about, Lilia?” Brandon asks his wife as soon as he got home from the Gariliea temple last night. The woman sighed and hold on to her husband’s arm as she slowly sit down with her huge belly. “A great war that will put Claveria on the verge of collapse and destruction. It is what she saw, and now she is starting to plot guardians that will be a special squad she will use for the battle.” Lilia darted a glare to the Alpha and then her lips formed a straight line. “I don’t want to get involved, Brandon.”

He apparently went to this camp himself, but he’s two years ahead of us. “The war ended with major bloodshed on each side. Both sides thinking they had a right to the queen, but neither caring what she thought.” I look up at that, my mind elsewhere until that sentence. I raise my hand, and Mr. Clayton calls on me, “What war was that?” I ask, and he smiles looking down at his notes. “Hmmm, it has a few names, but most commonly referred to as the war of the origins.” He says, and my blood runs cold. Issac’s grip on my thigh tightens, but I keep my eyes trained on Mr. Clayton.