Start A War Elle Thorpe Novels & Stories

We are going to end this war before it can truly begin. The wolves cheered. Their voices echoed through the chamber, loud and fierce and full of hope. Ela felt the sound vibrate through her chest, through her bones, through the black veins that marked her skin. She was not a general. She was not a king. She was just a girl who had refused to give up. And that, she realized, was enough.

"Why did you do that?" "Nothing serious?" Chase quipped looking smug. "Fine." Crossing her arms Elaina conceded. Unable to argue anymore Elaina allowed Chase to lead her into a nearby tent with a large red cross on the front of it. Inside were multiple beds filled with injured warriors, four healers busily ran around taking care of them. "What is this?" Elaina asked eyeing one of the healers that was taking care of a man that seemed to have lost an arm. Chase frowned, "This is the medical tent. Since you've been gone you may not be aware, but the war has already begun."

To Rhychard's surprise, the residents were winning. Ash filled the air as gargoyles exploded. Officer Rochester stood beside Wanda, firing his gun as elves or gargoyles drew near. Some citizens fell never to rise again, but the fight was still in their favor. The vision of Mephalus screamed out his rage as an arrow struck him in the chest, sending him to the fiery ground. :Warrior, Tryna has made it out of the building with the two girls.: Rhychard deflected the blade of a dark elf, shoving it backwards and then hitting the elf in the nose with his elbow. :And Buttercup?:

I stood up, walking from the chair to the door. The skies were weeping with me, dark and gloomy in mourning. It was still to get darker because blood was soon to rain down. I hoped the grim reaper was ready because the war had just begun and how bloody it would be. It would be the most horrific. I fished my hand into my pocket and pulled my phone out. I turned it up in my hand as I descended down with such grace. Elio: We are going to war brother. Everything we have. All or nothing. I will hunt every member of that cartel. After I get Lethu, let the others pick which side of the war they will be on and wait for the reckoning.

But this time, he wasn’t alone. The figure in the center lowered his hood. Elias’s smirk was lazy and cold. “Serena,” he drawled. “Theron. I thought I’d give you a little time to play your games. But now? The clock’s ticking.” Serena stepped forward, refusing to flinch. “You’re late. The war’s already begun.” He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart. This isn’t the war. This is still just the prologue.” Theron moved in front of Serena. “You won’t touch her.”

“They are starting a war. Fuck!” ****************

He held no crown. Only Elara’s truth. And when he spoke, it echoed across every loyal stronghold, every forgotten battlefield, every blood-soaked border: “The war has begun.” “But this time, we do not fight for the flame.” “We fight for the girl who carries it.” “Summon the court.” “Let the world burn if it must.” “But let her burn on her terms.”

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

“Then she already has it.” “Who?” Colton asked. “Elira,” Savannah said quietly. “The next war starts with her.” They all stood in silence, the city outside groaning under the weight of snow. Then Savannah whispered, “We need to find her. Before Weston does.”