Lazos En Guerra: La Virgen Es Mía Novels & Stories

The battle was far from over—but for the first time, Lazarus bled, and Sang-woo’s fire only grew hotter. The war for survival had just reached its breaking point.

There was a fire in the compound. Diego and Mariana stood next to each other with serious, determined looks on their faces. The last battle had started because Carlos Varela's troops had broken through the last line of defense. Their enemies, led by Carlos and Lucia Torres, surrounded them in a storm of bloodlust and revenge.

A demon out of hell. His eyes met mine. And in that moment, something passed between us — not love, not peace — but war. We were at war for each other. Against everything. Against Giovanni. “You came,” I whispered. “I said I’d protect what’s mine,” he growled, grabbing my arm. Another explosion ripped through the compound. “We’re not done,” I said, my voice tight. “No,” Lorenzo replied darkly. “We’re just getting started.”

Greco replied instantly. “And find out who that woman is,” Lorenzo added, eyes darkening. “The one who made him do this.” One of the men hesitated. “Boss… how will that help us?” Lorenzo scoffed, lighting a cigarette slowly. “No man is more vulnerable than a man in love.” Silence followed. Then nods. “This war,” Lorenzo said confidently, exhaling smoke, “is already ours.” SOME HOURS EARLIER Scarlet stood outside the DeLuca mansion, humiliation burning hotter than rage.

GIOVANNI'S POV I was somewhere else entirely. My mind was replaying the moment Lazaro looked me in the eye and told me she was dead. "She didn’t survive," he had said, voice even, void of anything human. Liar. The bastard was good, I’d give him that. He held my gaze, let me take in every inch of his soulless expression, and made sure there wasn’t a single crack to slip through. But I had been watching him for years, long before this war started, long before he became anything more than a nuisance.

He pulls something from his coat. A photo. My mother. Young. Laughing. Standing beside Lazaro. His hand on her waist. My throat closes. “You were never supposed to be part of this,” Lazaro says. “But here you are, fighting in a war built on your own blood.” “No,” I whisper. “Your whole life was built on blood lies.” He steps forward. Matteo raises his gun, but Lazaro lifts his hands. “I didn’t come to shoot you.” He pulls something else from his coat.

Amidst the tension, the goddess Moon shouted, "You're wasting your time, she's not Zoran's daughter, she's Luana!" The revelation left everyone in the courtroom in a state of astonishment and confusion. What did this mean? Who was the she-wolf Lúa really, and what was her connection to the goddess Moon and the others involved? The moment fills with magic as Major Archon Zoran momentarily gazes at the goddess Moon, his eyes filled with determination and love. Then, his gaze settles briefly on his wife, Major Archon Enver, who nods in support and complicity. In an instant, they both begin to glow intensely, their divine essence expanding and merging into one powerful energy.

“That message wasn’t just for us it was for me.” He stared, eyes wide, jaw tight. “Vale our baby “Our baby just kicked me through the fire,” I said, placing his hand on my belly. “He’s fighting. So I will, too.” The truth? That wall of smoke... it wasn’t fear anymore. It was declaration. Lorenzo wasn’t trying to win. He was trying to remind me that I’m still his favorite war. And I was done playing his game. I was ready to flip the board.

THERON POV Ordinarily, I wouldn't have dragged myself into a warzone-in-the-making. That sort of reckless mess? I would’ve left it for Lazaro and his team to handle. But this time, it wasn’t just another mission. This was personal too personal to trust in someone else’s hands. "You sure you want in on this?" Lazaro had asked while rallying his men. "Not that I doubt your aim or your fists, but" "They took her from me." My voice had been cold, unflinching. "I’ll be there to see them pay for it."

Hazel slashed him with her claws and I stabbed another at our sides, taking to our heels. I looked over my shoulder and found the rogues seemingly unharmed. We fought as much as we could, but they kept flooding in nonstop. “They are too many!” Hazel yelled from a distance. I looked around, my chest rising and falling from exhaustion. The longer we fought, the more I realized it wasn't Corvina. It couldn't be. She couldn't command these many rogues. My grip on my dagger was steady, with my gaze locked on the rogues around me. I knew the war did not eliminate them all, but I didn't think they were still this much.