Siege Of Troy Novels & Stories

However, only about a third of our side were fighters. We divided ourselves into three forces: the first one stationed in the trenches, comprising Astutes, Slumberjacks, Crimson Shadows, and us Foxfires; the second was Grendels and Green Bits manning the wall; the third was the largest, though almost entirely non-combatants operating the ballistae within the town. “Are they going to parley?” Brock asked. “Hopefully,” Zeki replied. “That’ll delay the siege just for a bit.” The moment he finished his statement, a volley of fireballs hurled from behind the enemy formation.

The warriors guarding the entrance of the mansion had been no problem at all for Troy. All he had to do was cast an invisibility spell. He’d walked right past the warriors and followed the sounds. Troy couldn’t suppress the molten anger that welled up within him when he saw his mate, mother, brother, and all the others in a stance that screamed war. Troy didn’t have to be a genius to know who they were going up against. If the dead wolves lying around surprised him, he didn’t show. “Really?” Troy growled in indignation. “You actually kept something like this from…”

They almost encased Darleen Pass like an iron bucket, leaving no gaps. It instilled fear and brought despair. Such a situation had continued for many days. They merely surrounded the place without attack, undoubtedly bringing immense pressure to Florence. Florence had to be vigilant every moment and guard against sudden attacks. Otherwise, they would not even know how they died. After enduring several days of siege, today brought a turning point. In the center of the Yenico army were two main camps. One belonged to the Grand Marshal, Siegfried, while the other belonged to the leader of the Poison Alliance.

“They’ve been planning this for weeks. We need to split our forces—Kaelin, take a team to the northern wall and hold it at all costs.” Kaelin nodded. “On it.” He bolted down the stairs, barking orders as he went. Sylvester grabbed Rayka’s arm. “We can’t spread ourselves too thin. If they’ve got siege weapons, this could be a diversion.” Rayka’s eyes narrowed. “Then we’ll make sure it doesn’t work. Let’s move.” The stronghold erupted into chaos. The enemy’s siege weapons unleashed a barrage of flaming projectiles that slammed into the walls, shaking the ground with each impact. Warriors on both sides clashed in brutal combat, the clash of steel ringing through the air.

The first impact struck like a thunderclap. Stone shattered as the war machines of Sienna’s army unleashed their fury upon the fortress. The defenders braced themselves behind crumbling walls, gripping weapons with white-knuckled hands. Smoke and dust filled the air, choking out the dawn’s light. Elior stood at the battlements, his cloak whipping in the wind as he watched the enemy advance. “They’re bringing the siege engines closer!” Myrra shouted, ducking as another ball of fire crashed into the courtyard below.

He was thinking about how he was going to start his conversation and I had plenty of time with me. “The parks, they are under attack by something and we don’t know what. It is not a vampire but we started to see dead bodies in the woods with an inscription on their bodies. It was a spiral sign and it was dug into the bodies with a sharp and long claw. I fled my park and came here so that these things don’t find me and kill me there.” I sighed. “Who are you?” I asked again with more emphasis. “Troy. My name is Troy and I have come here to seek refuge.”

A lesson delivered. I lowered my gaze to the snow beneath my feet, thinking of what tomorrow would bring. They would regroup. They would come again. And we would do it all over, because that was the nature of sieges. Not battles that ended at sunset. Not victories celebrated with song and feast. Sieges were slow, exhausting, and mercilessly human. A hawk arrived, wings beating against the cold wind, talon-clasped message dangling. I caught it mid-descent, slit the seal, and unfolded the note.

“For Silver Gate! For the crown!” A roar of voices answered her, rising above the chaos. The defenders unleashed their fury: arrows flew from the walls, striking down soldiers as they surged toward the gate. Cauldrons of oil tipped, spilling molten fire onto the advancing siege towers. Screams pierced the night as the front lines collapsed under the onslaught. But Thalric’s army did not falter.

The dawn did not break with the soft promise of a new day; it shattered. The sky over the fortress was bruised with heavy, charcoal clouds, and the air hummed with the electric dissonance of approaching steel. The enemies had not come as disorganized raids; they had come as a tide—warriors from three rival packs, their banners snapping in the wind, their eyes wide with the desperate, superstitious fear of men who knew they were hunting gods. Aziel and Lior stood back-to-back in the center of the main field. The ground was already stained with the early casualties of the siege. Aziel’s breathing was heavy, the rhythmic, guttural sound of an Alpha preparing to tear the world apart to keep his

"Come and take her." Kael's words echoed across the battlefield. For one heartbeat silence followed, a terrible silence, the kind that comes just before disaster. Then the world exploded. The Hollow King raised one hand and the storm obeyed. Snow twisted violently across the mountainside, the sky darkened, lightning split the heavens, and the siege of Moon hold began. A deafening roar erupted from the wolves on the battlements as archers released their arrows, thousands of silver tipped shafts streaking through the storm. Most never reached their targets.