Quotes From Lord Of War Novels & Stories

The drug slowly and slowly calming my senses making me realise that the war will not be easy but I can't give up on this so easily. Niccolo Machiavelli quoted, "if an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."

"Do you think I'm scared? No. I've patiently waited for this moment to come and I'll make sure it all ends with you and your men dead. " Lucas made no reaction but stared as the human filled the quiet night with his ugly laughter. They rode back to their positions. "Raise your sword, Lucas." Lora commanded. As he rose his sword, she spoke some ancient words. At that instant, Lucas sword and the rest of his armies sword caught fire. It burnt like a furnace but she made it in a way it didn't hurt them. All the while her eyes shone golden. ATTACK...!! The war has begun!!

For the glory of Ligiriya! - For the glory of Ligiriya!! - the warriors picked up, pulling their swords out of their sheaths. Edwin drew his long, imposing blade, waved it above his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs: - In the name of Good and Light!!! To battle!!!

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

His eyes flickered gold, and his words came o ut like a vow of blood. “Then this war isn’t coming from the outside. It’s already inside our walls.”

POV: Lyra “Do not hit them where they are loud,” I said as I crouched over the dirt and drew lines with a small stick and I kept my voice low because the wolves who were gathered around me needed to hear what I was saying and they needed to understand that the war we were fighting was not going to be won by meeting the enemy head on. “Hit them where they are blind and hit them where they are weak and hit them where they least expect to be struck because that is how we take back what they have stolen from us.”

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

whispered an Athenian soldier to his comrade, their eyes fixed on the enigmatic figure standing between the two opposing armies. Lucius, the rebel leader, approached Livia with a measured gaze. Quoted conversations between them held an unspoken tension, a history of grievances, and a shared understanding of the cosmic forces at play. "What purpose does this serve, Livia? The convergence unfolds, and yet your presence here raises more questions than answers," Lucius remarked, his voice a blend of wariness and curiosity. Livia met Lucius's gaze, her eyes carrying the weight of her conflicted allegiance. Quoted conversations within her revealed the intricacies of her motives, a desire for redem

His voice is icy, but calm. “Then we shall rejoice, my lord. It is a presage we awaited for decades. The dawn of a war where we subdue the weak. We can finally dominate like how our race suppose to do.” Hodor smiled with the positivity he sees on Vamoire. But he isn't finished. “There was a young lady standing on top of our fellow's dead bodies. Anger is in her eyes. But, she exalts on the bloody war. She is not on our side.”

In oath. Sirelia’s eyes glowed faintly as she drew her sword and pointed it skyward. Lightning cracked. And from the clouds, ash began to fall. Her final words rang like prophecy: “Let the war begin. Not to rule. But to rewrite.”