Only War Novels & Stories

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

Edgar says as the phone drops and I hear a cry of pain. “Fuck!” I scream out in anger. “What is happening?” Laney asks her fear mixing with my ache and anger. “War,” I say, looking out the window as we pass wolves fighting vampires and witches who are throwing magic around like they are playing fucking catch on a sunny day in their front yard. “We just entered the fucking war.” “War?” Her eyes water as she watches and flinches with every death as if they hurt her physically. “For what?” She asks.

THE WAR The world had shaken under the claws of two strong packs : The Harttman and Blackthorn, this was long before Eve saw the world for the very first time, long before Malik or Astrid, long before Dorian’s father became Alpha. No one paid it any attention when it first started, it was a whisper at first, then slowly it became a feud, it was just small and petty Then it became a war for territory, a battle for rights of hunt line then the issue of a single violated border.

She called loudly. Waniya had a surprised look on her face when she saw Minahil there. "Oh hi!" She masked her surprise with a look of mock. "Don't you dare disrespect me again!" Minahil gritted her teeth. Waniya gave her a smirk. "Or what?" They had the attention of a large crowd now. Waniya's friends were standing beside her and opposite to them Minahil was standing alone. Minahil could be seen fuming while Waniya was chill.

350 days left. No contract. No rules. Just him. Just me. Just war.

LYRA War is not what I thought it would be. I mean people always talk about how loud it is.. The truth is, it is really quiet. That is the part. Everyone says that battle is about screaming and fighting.. Real war is not like that. It starts with silence.. Waiting. It is the time before someone decides to stop being kind.

And a voice echoed from my phone. “Did you really think it would end like this?” Vaughn’s voice purred. “The game isn’t over. Not yet.” I stared at Adrian. The war wasn’t just global now. It was personal. And the final battle had just begun.

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God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

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.