Romance War Novels & Stories

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

"You wish, Liam. Nixon will always be the fastest. He's next in line for alpha, after all." Liam rolled his eyes, laughing softly. "Yeah, yeah," he replied, shrugging. "We’ll see about that." Angora, leaning casually against the wall, smirked at their playful exchange. "Don’t worry about the boys," she said, a teasing tone in her voice. "They’re always fighting over who’s the best." She paused, then smiled warmly. "My wolf is Accalia. She’s absolutely gorgeous—dusty brown with striking purple eyes. She’s always been there for me, my emotional support through some really tough times. She’s fiercely protective, and she’s a reminder that I’ll never be alone." She laughed softly, a fond look in

His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain. Gianna Moretti leaned against the railing beside him, her leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes fierce yet weary, her braid loose from travel. Her command of La Rosa Nera, a defiance of tradition, was a spark that ignited Kai, their shared pain binding them closer. She gripped his hand, her voice low, resolute. “Our city’s ours again, Kai. But the war’s not over.” Kai’s fingers tightened around hers, his voice raw, steady despite his wound. “We face it together, Moretti. Always.”

"You don't want me?" "No, that's not it," Ben said, his expression tortured. "We can't see each other again, Olivia, no matter how much you want to. There is a war going on, and we are on opposite sites. We will never find peace between our people." "We can try," Olivia whispered as she took a step toward Ben, putting her hand on his cheek. Sparks flew between them and Olivia felt them all the way to her toes. She wanted him, she wanted him more at this moment than she ever had. She leaned forward and stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his.

The war takes place sometime after Fredrick graduates. And even though it was a win for the Kennedy Empire, the prince had PTSD. (Post-Traumatic stress disorder). The only one who could comfort him was Catherine which makes him realize that he had feelings for Catherine. It was a shitty arc... but, I would like to stop the war from happening because Rubia's brother Louis joins the war and ends up losing his arm. Rubia's memories of her brother were really warm so I'd love to be a good sister as well in this new life...

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

He caressed my cheek and kissed me passionately. It was astonishing to witness someone who had been so down now full of life and ardently kissing me. I responded to his kiss, feeling his hand rest on my waist as our passion intensified. I didn't waste any time, my hand reaching around his neck as we continued to relish each other's lips, akin to lovers on the brink of separation due to impending war. Indeed, we were at war. We gently broke away from the kiss, our gazes locked as if we were searching for something precious that had been lost.

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. The woman took a deep breath, her eyes unfocused as she began to speak. "It was a war like no other," she said, her voice full of emotion. "Your great-great-grandfather even after killing his lover wouldn't stop. He now saw the werewolves as a threat to his rule and sought to eradicate them from the land. The upheaval was some kind of change for both species to redress their unhappy lot, and see where we are today. In complete chaos and shambles." Liam listened intently as she spoke, his mind filled with images of the war. He saw the battles, the bloodshed, and the destruction wrought upon the land. He saw the werewolves, proud and fierce, standing

Their lips were just a few centimeters away from kissing each other. “I love you too”. Simon said, reconnecting their lips and relieving the moment of magic when they kiss each other. The two lovebirds can't let go of each other's arms, their love is blossoming more and more they'd imagine. They stood still holding each other waist and deep staring at both eyes. Jasper knew convincing his parents to accept Simon is another war upfront, and he'll cross the feared bridge when he reached there. Losing his inheritance isn't what that matters to him mostly anymore. ****