Makai Wars Mga Nobela at Kwento

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.

"He knows everything about my parents' death." Malakai reached for her hand, kissing her knuckle. "Don't you worry about anything, darling. Dealing with psychopaths like him is our specialty." Harper's eyes went wide. "L?" He smiled. "Malakai is here too. We're co-fronting." She blinked. Co-fronting? She really needed to study more about his disorder. Malakai/L turned away, glancing out the window with a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't be scared, Harper. You've got a whole army behind you. You just haven't used them yet. For the rest of today, I want you to get everything off your mind. You've been through a lot. Think of it as a resting period before war."

Aria; she was a calm-headed one, slow to anger, but fast to see through deception. And then there was Aiden; the mysterious one, the baby of the group. I loved them, so much that I just couldn’t spend a second without expressing it. Mikhail’s rings shone under the sunlight like a light reflecting off a blade. I know that they would ask questions, Ace had begun staring at the ring with interest, his little mind trying to comprehend what it meant. “These wars…” Anita said, her voice snapping me out of my musing. After Mikhail’s death, the world was thrown into chaos. The attacks had started out small, packs falling in the dead of the night. Kingdoms burnt to ashes.

Before Mia can argue, the packhouse bursts in yet another tremendous smash, and everything goes black. The war is not yet done.

Five gods entered the war around Mae, but none crossed the boundary she had drawn. They landed in the center of the frozen city. Mae’s boots struck cracked pavement between a woman holding an infant and an old man reaching for a fallen cane. Both were conscious, and terror moved in their eyes even though their bodies could not respond. Blue lines pulsed beneath their skin in time with the tower ahead. Mae felt every stolen movement like static against her own nerves. The Council soldiers saw her and raised their rifles. Ashar appeared in front of Mae, then stopped himself before fully blocking her view. “Your choice,” he said, fire gathering in his palms. Mae hated how quickly he remembered

She didn't think that the alpha would have to go through all of that just to help find her mother, but she didn't have a choice, so she nodded her head and left the conference room. Makahi had dismissed all the warriors, so he was left alone with his top team, he needed to find out what Montego wanted to do. But first he needed to find out what the hell was going on at Flaming Wolf. He picked up the conference phone to make the call. to get the contact information, so he could make the call. Once he got the information, he immediately dialed the number and put it on speaker phone. “Hello this is Flaming Wolf pack how may I direct your call.” “Hello my name is Alpha Makahi Crystal from The Cr

​Malakai walked over to him, picking the boy up and holding him against his chest—really holding him this time. ​"The war is over, Kai," Malakai said, his voice thick with a promise he intended to keep. "Now, we go find a place that doesn't smell like gunpowder. A place where your mother can bake her bread and I can watch you grow up without a gun in your hand." ​"Can we have a dog?" Kai asked, his voice finally sounding like a child’s again. ​Malakai looked at me, a soft, genuine smile breaking through the rugged hardness of his face. He leaned down and kissed me—a slow, deep, "vanilla" kiss that tasted of a new beginning.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

He would not get one. He would get a queen. A general. A partner in war who had simply decided the personal battle was a tactical diversion she could no longer afford. As Maia and I walked back into camp, our steps in sync, I schooled my features into a mask of calm detachment. I saw Kairi look up from the fire, his expression a complicated map of hope and wariness. He was waiting for my move. I met his gaze for a single, neutral second, then turned my attention to the horizon, to the next objective, to the war.