Start A War Elle Thorpe Novels & Stories

he said quietly. “You built this " he said. Elara did not say anything. Her eyes were on the screen again. Project AURA was pulsing softly. Waiting. Not, for Chloe. For her. For the first time since she left Ryans house Elara realized: The past she thought she buried was about to become the center of the war she was already fighting. This time the enemy would not be her husband. It would be everyone who wanted what she created. Outside the glass the system hummed gently. Learning. Waiting. Becoming.

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."

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

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.”

Chapter 1️⃣2️⃣6️⃣ ❤️ The Summons ❤️ "I have got a very strong feeling deep in my gut that this war is coming very soon," Tharros answered for Nyxoria before she could even open her mouth to respond to Tafi's question. His dark eyes were closed when he first spoke those words. But then when he slowly opened them again, he stared directly and intensely at Tafi. "It is almost here already. I can feel it approaching like a storm."

The love she had started to build with these people was cracking under the pressure of the coming war. Elder Thorne slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed through the hall. Everyone fell silent. "With all due respect," he said, his voice low and heavy, "Queen Lyra is the key to ending the world.”

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.