Start A War Elle Thorpe Novels & Stories

War started now. ***

Not Eli. Not Ela. Not my family. This is not the end. This is the beginning of the real war.

Julian opened it with shaking hands, and his world collapsed. Dear Mr. Marchetti, I have found the soldier who was with you and Mr. Carter in Normandy. He has given a sworn statement. Mr. Carter did not save your life out of heroism. He knew he was dying of his wounds. He bribed the soldier to shoot at you, then stepped in front of the bullet. He did this so you would owe him a debt, so you would take care of Lydia for the rest of your life. You were a fool to believe them.

Proceed with extraction. The war wasn't over. It was just beginning.

The war outside had turned the entire camp into a slaughterhouse. I stood in the middle of it all with our daughter clutched tight against my chest. The Lunaris echo blazed at its absolute limit inside both of us, giving me a final burst of strength. My legs no longer shook. My voice came out clear and fierce despite the exhaustion tearing at my body. Elara fought beside me, moonstone flickering in her hands. Lira stood at the entrance, blades spinning as she tried to hold back the tide. I shouted at Thorn with everything I had left. “Let him go!”

Her light cotton candy smell appealed to him, “What about you? Have you chosen?” Warren cleared his throat, “Yes, I want to join the crew of the Scald Crow. If I can help people negotiate this new world, then I want to.” Elphame smiled and held Warren's hand, “Excellent, we’ll get you started today.” Theria gripped his hand and gave him the cute dimpled smile, “Don’t you have something to ask me, Warren?” she used a sweet and alluring voice. It took Warren ten seconds to find his nerve, “Theria, you are a beautiful young woman, but I don’t know you…” Therias soft fingers touched his lips,

A single message glowed on the screen, anonymous and chilling: “ROUND TWO BEGINS TONIGHT.” Elena’s breath faltered. Alex pocketed the phone and grabbed her hand. “We’re leaving. Now.” She didn’t argue. Because she knew one thing with terrifying clarity: Everything until now had only been the opening act. And the real war had finally begun.

The setup promised an evening of chaos, creativity, and competition. Dessa stood at the edge of the stage, her presence commanding as she held a microphone in one hand. Her voice cut through the noise like a spark to a fuse, instantly capturing everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, her tone both authoritative and playful, “welcome to the event you’ve all been waiting for—the Gender War challenge!”

she whispered. In the space between their brows, with their daughter’s quiet breath between them, the war began.

He wasn't asking her permission. "Elias Thorne just started a war," Lucian growled, his jaw clenching as his grip tightened securely around her waist. "And I am going to bury him for it. But my family is sleeping under my roof tonight."