Love Is War Author Novels & Stories

When Uncle Christopher found out, he severed all ties with the Linds and hasn't spoken to her since. I let out a quiet hum in response. Then, I asked Zoe how she'd been. She said she was fine before steering the conversation back to Christopher. "Willow, about Uncle Christopher… Do you really think it's over between you two? I mean, I saw how you were together for four years. It's just such a shame to see it end like this." My tone sharpened. "Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?"

“I feel like I’m living in a novel.” That’s actually a good way to think of it. “You are, Mara. This is a game. We are going to tell the people a story. One so heartbreaking and gut-wrenching that they will want to fight for us. “And then. Then we will make them fear their own kind. Their own leaders. I will turn them on each other.” “That is- iit's brutal, Johnathan. It’s dirty and wrong.” “Brutal and dirty, yes, I agree… but I don’t think it’s wrong. This is a war unlike anything the world has ever seen, my love. And there are no morals in war. It is the only way.”

“The guy who wrote this book was a leader in the war. He kept talking about the importance of a blood line. His blood line to be precise.” He closes the very old book and hands it to me ‘The War.’ By Aldous Kitson.

he sneered. She took it without flinching and slid it on. “I’ll need it to bury your boss”, And across the world, war lines were drawn – not between nations, but between blood and love.

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

As though the long days of absence, of worry, of waiting, melted away in a single breath. She never threw herself at him. Never abandoned her grace. But when he reached her, she would take his hands and always his hands, holding them as though to reassure herself he was truly there. And my father… A man hardened by war, by command, by the weight of men’s lives, would look at her as though she were the only thing untouched by all of it. The noise, the servants, the soldiers… all of it would fade. For a moment, it was only them. And it had been warm, effortless. Love that warmed my heart.

"Locked them both up. The councils are hoping that if they stay apart, the prophecy stops, but from what I hear, it's not working." "That's terrible," I say, and I mean it. "They're punishing people for falling in love?" "Love between enemies," the merchant points out. "Vampire and werewolf,it's forbidden." "Maybe," I say, "but isn't love supposed to be good? Isn't it supposed to bring people together, not tear them apart?" "Spoken like someone who's never been in love," the young woman says with a smile. "Wait until you find your mate, then you'll understand how powerful it can be."

I’ll nod when you write words you don’t mean. But in my heart, oh, in my heart—I will never forget. I’ll remember the sound of your voice on the other end of those calls. I’ll remember the way your hands shook when I caught you watching me. I’ll remember the pain in my chest, the way the world blurred, the way I almost died tonight. This isn’t love anymore. It’s war. And you don’t even know I’ve joined the battlefield. So go ahead. Keep writing on your little screen. Keep pretending you care. Because I’ll keep pretending too. Let’s see who wins. You hide. I seek.

And I, the Tiger General, who had stared down kings and killers, faltered. For the first time, my sword weighed heavier than my hand could bear. My breath stilled, caught in my chest like prey before a predator. The world did not vanish around her, no. It burned brighter, more terrible, more beautiful. Every cry of battle, every clash of steel seemed to fall away in that instant. It was love. Foolish, reckless, impossible love, born in the pit of war. A feeling I had never thought myself capable of. Yet there it was, blooming like fire in my chest, painful and exhilarating all at once.

They're planning something big. I closed my eyes and prepared for war. Because in my world, that's what love always led to. Blood and war and loss. And this time, I wasn't sure any of us would survive it.