Start A War Elle Thorpe Novels & Stories

"I've spent too long in the dark to let the world go black again. Mother... put the key down." The automated turrets in the room hummed to life, pivoting to point directly at Elara Thorne. The war for the world was no longer between the Thorne family and the Architects. It was between the Creators and the Created.

The war would begin soon. Elara needed to be ready. I would use her nonetheless, whether she was ready or not.

she whispered. "I promised I would come back. I keep my promises." He crossed to her in two strides, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with fierce desperation. "Stay safe," he commanded. "Stay alive. For me. For the pup." "Come back to me," she managed to say. "Come back to us." He was gone before she could say anything else. Elara stood in the empty chamber, her hand still pressed to her belly, feeling the pup stir inside her. The war had begun, and the man she loved was riding into its heart.

Sophia shivered violently, fear and dark excitement twisting together inside her. The digital war had officially begun. And Sophia Kane was no longer just a participant. She was becoming the star.

Ellie said, remembering the words of Stefano from earlier. "What's coming true?" Meredith asked, her brow furrowed. "Stefano said there was a war coming and here it is. We are going to be in the midst of a war and we don't know who we're even fighting against." Ellie said, her breath coming quickly. She was starting to panic, and she willed it away. She couldn't be weak, not now. She needed to get a hold of herself and fight through it. She looked at Sam. Sam stared into her eyes. She matched her breathing to Sam's. Slowly her heart race calmed, and her breathing slowed. She blinked after several moments. She nodded and took a deep breath.

Elleanna’s voice carried into the front as she sang and baked “…Now I’m a warrior…Now I’ve got thicker skin…I’m a warrior….I’m stronger than I’ver been..And my armor, is made of steel, you can’t get in…I’m a warrior…and you can never hurt me again….Out of the ashes, burnin’ like fire….you can save your apologies…you’re nothing,but a liar…I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars…that I will never show…I’m a survivor…In more ways than you know…” She took out the cookies and moved them to cool down then she began baking a homemade carrot cake. “…there’s a part of me that I can’t get back…A little girl grew up too fast…All it took was once, I’ll never be the same….Now I’m taking back my life today…Nothing

I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'. 'No, I wasn't going to back down now until I get what I want,' I mentally encouraged myself while gathering every last bit of energy I had left to face the fuming Greek god. In my 'unfortunate' state, I realized that the woman beneath him seemed to have stopped moving. Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright.

DAMON POV "ooooooooooh, that had to hurt," Trent flinches, watching as Elle climbs on the back of an enemy wolf, reaching around to slit his throat with the dagger she holds in her hands. Most men might be disturbed seeing their woman caught in the violence of war but not me. There is something invigorating about watching Elle slay every enemy that comes her way.

Her heart pounded. Then, a voice. “You are not ready.” Lena lunged— But the figure was gone. The whisper lingered. And she knew, deep in her bones— The war had already begun. ---

“She wanted war. She wanted revenge. She whispered to soldiers, stirred resentment, promised them glory if they followed her lead. And some did. Too many.” I shook my head. “That’s not—” “She started the war with New Moon,” Sorah cut in sharply. “Don’t let anyone tell you different. She killed a man, Alpha Herald’s son and that started something that only blood could finish. And it cost us dearly. Liam, our beta. Three councilmen. Dozens of soldiers who never came home.” The room spun. My stomach clenched until I thought I might be sick. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “She—she was my mother. She couldn’t—”