Romance War Novels & Stories

I was with him always when he had made plans or deals with other kingdoms or just choosing the right decision for himself--I was always with him guiding him and he himself guiding me. I know that my existence had succeeded over twenty years--an age every woman gets married and already has children at but that does not mean I have no opinions and feelings enough to get wed without my input. I cannot reject this proposal since Azaleth may start a war with us. They have highly trained knights and many weapons, a lot of which we do not even know about. If we ever have a war with them, we would lose. We have already lost so many knights and warriors in the Great war of Dajoah and Caldorus.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

And Lia realized This wasn’t just romance anymore. This was war.

He felt cold. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice a low rasp. He folded me into his arms, his hold tight and desperate. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body trembling with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. He was breathing me in, as if my scent could cleanse him of the filth of his work, as if my presence could chase away the ghosts he’d just consorted with. This was our romance, forged in the crucible of this war. It was not about flowers or whispered sweet nothings. It was about this, a profound, unspoken understanding, It was about being the one place in this violent world where he didn't have to be the king.

My company’s stock had just begun to drop. They had already started. And this time, the war wasn’t in the shadows anymore.

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

“I'd rather be hated by you in the light than loved by a lie in the dark.” I reached out, touching his cheeks as he leaned into it. “If the war is what it takes to keep you breathing, then I'll be the last man standing.” Ronan stared at me for a long time, his fingers tightening on the window ledge. As he grasped my arm. “Then I hope you're ready, Kieran.” He murmured, his eyes searching mine. “Because I have a feeling we have a long way to go.” My brows furrowed but before he could answer me, my comms rang out.

How come this happen? Valentine let out a loud sob as the light in the eyes of Christine Romero diminished and after a few seconds vanished completely. Her body sprawled in bed and eyes closed on their own. Like beautiful poetry, she came to an end but raised a devil from her ashes. The innocence in him withered just like the last flicker of a candle and then extinguished forever. In the end, Italian men managed to overpower the Russians. They won the war, but at what cost? Their eyes were about to weep at the funeral of the century. 829 bodies will be cremated together to achieve peace in the afterlife.

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

he said, the words feeling heavier than the Moretti crown itself. As they turned to face the crowd as husband and wife, Roman leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You look pretty rolling your eyes like that," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate level, "but don't think for a second that I’ve forgotten my plans for you". Angeline didn't flinch. She simply tilted her head, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Plans change, Roman. Not everything buried stays dead". The " alliance of the century" had officially begun, but as Roman walked his bride out of the cathedral, he knew the war had only just started.