Siege Of Troy Novels & Stories

His readiness to burn the world if Damien took one step toward me. Behind us Damien screamed. Rage. Grief. The sound of a man shattering. "ATTACK. KILL THEM ALL. BRING ME THE QUEEN." The armies surged forward. War drums pounded. Horns blared. Thousands of voices rose in battle cries. Asher pulled me toward the gates. Running. The escort surrounding us. Arrows darkened the sky. The first siege stone launched. Arced overhead. Smashed into the eastern wall with a sound like thunder.

"If you can." Derrick snarled. He turned and stormed away, his footsteps echoing into the dark. Elara slumped against the wall. Her throat burned. Her voice was gone again—the strain had been too much. But she had said it. She had thrown the first stone. --- The siege lasted three days. Elara could not see the battle, but she could hear it. The screams. The howls. The crash of stone against stone. On the first day, the outer wall fell. On the second, the inner courtyard was breached. On the third, the fighting reached the keep itself.

A wave of energy exploded from me, tearing through the rogue soldiers like a scythe through wheat. They fell. Hundreds of them. Thousands. But more kept coming. "Scarlett, we need to go!" I looked at Adrian. He was right. We needed to retreat. We needed to regroup. We needed to survive. "Fall back!" The survivors retreated. The rogue faction pursued. We reached Haven. We fortified the walls. We prepared for the siege. The siege lasted for weeks. The rogue faction surrounded Haven. They attacked day and night. They threw everything they had at us.

Smoke billowed from the high battlements, and the iron-reinforced gates at the base of the gorge were tightly barred, surrounded by barricades of jagged black iron spikes. "The rogue generals have sealed the mountain pass!" Silas shouted over the roar of the blizzard. He pulled his heavy war-stallion up beside mine, his dark timber-wolf hair matted with frost, his dark eyes scanning the fortress battlements with sharp, predatory focus. "They’re preparing for a siege!"

Although the large projectiles that would rock the entire stronghold and destroy the walls had a large lag time, the constant explosions around the stronghold's various weak points made the defensive side of the siege battle lose ground with each explosion. At first, these explosions started out in areas where the stronghold had little defenses, but they eventually started going off in the middle of areas filled with defenders. The bandits were getting paranoid, thinking that there were traitors amongst their ranks. Otherwise, the explosions going off in the middle of their formations made no sense.

Sonia went to the fridge, took out a bottle of Soda and gulped it in. "Care for some?" Alpha Troy did not budge a bit. "As I am speaking to you, your soldiers, your pack members are under heavy siege by my soldiers and they are all looking for their Alpha to come to their aid" Alpha Troy couldn't bare anymore of it, he used all the last nerve in his body, trying to break the force that held him back but, all to no avail.

Drums, Flags, Soldiers, Archers, Friends, Guns, Families, Lycanthrope, Primordials, and Cannons were all present. Together they all held the great city of Helores at a siege. The gates of Helores were closed, it was going to be a herculean task to get into the city because of the water body that surrounded the city and the tall walls that guarded the great city of Helores. Executing their plans was not going to be easy but if they could pull it off, all of them would be extremely lucky as it will give the wolves a greater chance of winning the battle.

Nox asked, folding his arms. Roman sighed. "Well we won but…" He hesitated sharing a glance with Darius. "But what?" Nox pushed. "But Troy escaped." My heart sinks at the news. I wondered if that was what the weird feeling I had been having meant. "How?" Nox asks. "We had him." Darius responds. "And we chased him all the way up to some cliff. Rather than surrender, he jumped." "Did you say cliff?" I asked quietly, causing all eyes to focus on me.

My hand wrapped around his heart—still beating—and I yanked it out with a growl, crushing it between my fingers as his body went limp. Blood painted my face, but I didn’t care. “No prisoners,” I told my wolves as they arrived. Then we charged—feral, furious, and unforgiving. This wasn’t a warning. It was war. The moment I stepped onto Selene’s grounds, I knew this wasn’t a mere raid—it was a calculated siege. Screams split the night. Blood smeared the cobblestone paths, thick and dark. The air vibrated with fury and fear. And I was done holding back.

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.