Lovely War Novels & Stories

He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge. He was welcomed by the hospitable people of Loveland and he continued living undisturbed until trouble came to Loveland: the king of Reaplake kingdom declared war on Loveland. The war was brutal; within 3 months, twenty thousand men had died fighting and the odds were not in the favour of Loveland kingdom. Losing was not an option and surrendering would be worse. The only thing that could stop the war was the defeat of Reaplake or the total annihilation of Loveland.

“You really think she’s worth losing everything?” “She’s the only thing I never wanted to lose.” She dropped her hand and walked away, but not before throwing one final barb over her shoulder. “Then pray the next war isn’t one you started… with your heart.” ---- The moment Lucian Wolfe stepped into the Valen Territory, the air smelled of blood and smoke. He had just been informed of war that had happened, an in no time he had come.

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

The Warlord barely got his blade up before Kael’s power hit him like a tidal wave, black fire and golden ruin smashing into steel with a sound that split the dark like a scream. Glass exploded. Stone shattered. The air burned like molten metal as they collided again and again, each strike tearing the world apart. And I— Gods help me— I just stood there, blade clutched to my chest, heart breaking like thunder as the man I loved burned himself alive for a war he couldn’t win. Veyra’s voice slid through the smoke like silk. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I spun—gods, I shouldn’t have turned my back—but she was already there, stepping through the ruin like she owned it, black gown trailing smoke, eyes b

Seraphina, despite the distance, held onto the hope that their love would endure the storm and bring them back together. In the heart of the war, where werewolves and vampires clashed in a dance of destruction, the birthing sanctuary's tranquil memory seemed like a distant dream. Yet, within the chaos, the invincible threads whispered promises of a love that would withstand even the harshest trials—promises that would echo through the battlefield until the war's fury relented, and the lovers could find each other once more. _____

It's my favorite one, I love it the most, which character do you prefer - the magician, I love them - oh my God we've got the same thinking, I guess I found my other side, you're the first one who thinks as same as I do Okay, I wasn't expecting that, but it's okay at least I've got her on my team and Jacob got a new love. But with the last one, a dam was a secluded boy, I think he suffered enough before the war and anyone can notice that, so I decided to take it from her, and the chance that I've waited for has come, it is the best way to get him, sneaking slowly so no one can notice, and tell him about my team, but unfortunately, after all of that he still refuses to talk to anyone, but I n

"They all are. Because of her. Because of you." Liora leaned her head against his shoulder. "We fought so hard for this quiet life," she whispered. "And now... the quiet itself is our greatest weapon." The war was over. The work continued. But it was no longer a desperate struggle against decay. It was a gentle act of creation. A mother's love, a father's protection, a family's laughter, and a little girl's song, weaving a future so bright and so real that the past's shadows could no longer touch it.

“Please don’t do anything stupid” But it was already too late. She hung up and I stood up to get my laptop. I stared at the blank marriage certificate template on my laptop screen knowing fully well I was about to ruin my life. Groom’s name: Liam Christopher Vance. Seeing his name there, right above mine felt so strange and foreign. Bride’s name: Ava Lynn Quinn. I felt sick. But also… strangely steady. Like something inside me had finally clicked into place. “You wanted a war,” I whispered, “Now you’re getting one.”

John said. Life is a war You just have to fight a battle. Life is a war You just have to win a battle Life is a war For the last survivors Life is a war You just have to do your best. .... She kept on singing with her enchanting voice until she ended the song. "Wow.. Your talent is really singing" I replied with a smile while John just nodded as she completed the song. "Your song is awesome but we just have a little work to do on it" John replied with a smile.

Jess Lovely, luxurious, lustrous, lonesome,loomy,loophole. I felt all the l's on my tongue, flowing like a soft melody. Enchanting. The sight of those two put me in an excited mode, the energy in the air was eccentric. I felt on top of the world, not in the highest level yet but still at the top. I had accomplished or goal, I was left with another. Having Sandra as my prisoner had seemed impossible at first wit that yodi pendant around her neck, but as soon as it was removed. She looked powerless, she was powerless. For her strength was removed from her. I could finally manoevre her. As I stepped into the room, I saw how weak she lokeed, her eyes all confused and filled with fear. The kind o