Romance War Novels & Stories

Winter Kingdom Cassian After that kiss I can't get her out of my head. What the hell! I've never been like this for any woman, I'm looking like a fool in love, something I'm not, even more so being a married man and having two kingdoms to rule. A romance with another woman being a queen and of the kingdom where there had already been disagreements, would be a headache where they were summed up: in war, death, destruction and losses! That was out of the question, I will not be remembered for a war where they only brought misery to my kingdom. A king who put his people to war over a woman! By doing this I would be being worse than Arthur.

The two of them had never played together before but they fell in sync with one another’s rhythm almost immediately! Goodness! “I certainly didn’t expect this from Young Master Henderson and Christina! These two make such a romantic couple!” Young Master Lewis’s jaw dropped in exaggeration. However, he shut his mouth immediately upon sensing the deathly glare from Michael. Christina turned to look at Matthew as the last note was played and the latter returned the gaze with affection in his eyes. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes for a long time before he suddenly hugged her, locking his lips with hers before she could react.

The meeting was held and the final decision was made, all the supernatural kinds agreed to give out their guards and kingdom soldiers to help in the war. The day of the war arrived all the soldiers were preparing for the battle, the sky had been dark and it appears like it had been night for three days now. Chaos was already close to City where people had found sanctuary. Lucian came out of his chamber, looking all prepared, his gaze fell on Lady Tamar, who stood with other soldiers, she wore the alpha king soldier's uniform, and she look stunning in it.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Calculating. She felt his promise like ice on her skin: You’re mine. Not theirs. Her stomach twisted. Because at the same time, Alessio’s hand tightened on her chin, Gabriel’s lips brushed her scar, and she felt their promise too: You’re ours. Forever. The war wasn’t for the docks. It wasn’t for the empire. It was for her. And she didn’t know if she wanted to be saved—or devoured.

“And what if we burn with it?” Jian stepped closer. “Then we burn together.” Her breath hitched. “I’m tired of burning.” “Then let’s rise,” he said, brushing a hair from her face. “Like we were meant to.” Their lips met in the storm, not with desperation but decision, kissed with passion and romance each other. Jian's hands moved all over her body. The war was no longer coming…

He gave him a place to rest and his name? - Maybe you should ask your father. - Something tells me I shouldn't do it. – Romeu looked around. – but there is no Airon here. Is he still alive? Do you know someone called Airon? - No – replies the Guard. – it could be from another country or another species. Romeo suddenly turns his face to the guard. - Do you think he died when the war started? - The war broke out in 1786, but that doesn't mean it was at the same time.

he murmured. We stood suspended between towers and stars, wrapped in each other, the city roaring far below, and for the first time since this began, I understood something clearly: Romance wasn’t distracting us from the war. It was making us unbreakable inside it. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My arms held him close. No more distance left to negotiate. No doubt left to manage. We hadn’t rushed the word. We had earned it.

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.