Lovely War Novels & Stories

"The tenderness I feel through the bond... it’s baffling. It mixes with the raw fury of the slaughter. I never expected to feel a lover’s touch in the middle of a battlefield." Lior leaned against him for a fleeting, grounding second, their shoulders pressed together. "I feel it too. In the middle of all this death, I feel closer to you than I ever did in the silence of the chamber. But don't let it distract you—we have a war to finish." Aziel kissed Lior’s temple, a quick, desperate mark of possession. "It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world."

Nyx looked at me, weak but smiling. “Our pups. Love wins, right?” I kissed her, tears sliding free. “Yes. Always.” But the girl’s tiny hand glowed faintly—dark whispering under the light. The war wasn’t over. It had just been reborn.

Unaware of what just happened. For now. War is no longer theoretical; it is certain, and it happened in the name of love.

Each war told a story of struggle, sacrifice, and the unwavering power of the Moon Goddess. The next war was simply called The War of Betrayal. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. It was a war that should never have happened, a war started by someone the Goddess once trusted. A great leader, once her most loyal warrior, had turned against her, leading an army of his own. The battle was fierce, and in the end, the traitor fell into the Goddess’s own hand. But the victory was bittersweet, many lives were lost, and trust was shattered forever.

She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tangled together in passion and struggle. At the time he’d joked that it made sense. Love is a battlefield and war is nothing without something worth fighting for. Now the meaning sits differently for him. Love and war. Aphrodite and Ares. Aurora and him. And, God help them, maybe Gianna and Romero. He isn’t used to letting sentiment twist around his business. He isn’t used to seeing one of his seconds slip toward something as fragile as affection. But if gods of war take lovers, Dominic considers, if even divine beings are shaped

“If we can’t break them apart… we break everything around them.” And she hung up. War, after all— Wasn’t won by love. It was won by who was willing to destroy more.

My thoughts were now a jumbled mess. "Thanks Marlie for borrowing me the mower, hope I did a good job on your land." He stated earning a delighted giggle from Marlie. They were on first name basis already? How long was I gone? "Ofcourse Ace! You're such a sweet fellow for doing this, my husband will be pleased, Thank you!" She beamed. Ace let out a laugh " Well what can I say, I was raised to be a nice fellow." He claimed. I snorted at his words, not lady-like may I add. Nice my ass.

“Goodness,your lover is not just handsome but a thoughtful and kind one!” “Mother,Father and Rain thank you so much..”Daniel said with a happy and puffy red face.

Val promised quietly, his voice thick with his own tears. "I could always renounce and live as a hermit in between the Valkyrie wood and your kingdom." Thane offered quietly as Val chuckled softly; both men knew that plan wouldn't bode well. Dorian would still find Thane's actions treasonous and only use it as an excuse to begin a war between both kingdoms. Thane slowly moved from Valerian's arms, fresh tears falling down his face as he purposely put space between them. The only contact now, their hands as they held on still.

“You better get in that shower pretty lady, you don’t want to be late.” She stands on her toes, and I lean down to meet her at the halfway point. Her lips are as soft as rose petals and I sigh into them. Her body melts against mine for a second until she pulls away “The pretty lady has to get in the shower now.” She teases. We both smile and she turns to the bathroom. “Bye beautiful, I love you.” I say to her with a soft wave. She turns and wraps me in her small arms. “Goodbye,” she squeezes tightly and then whispers “I love you too.”