Summit War Novels & Stories

It is also where an annual summit is held to keep the treaty strong and prevent another war from breaking out. The book captivates my attention, forgetting the wolves around me and the journey ahead.

It has the Royal crest on it. The smile of Vanessa extended to a winning grin. "Excellent," she purred. "Pack your things, Alpha Miller. We are going to war." [Maya's POV] The castle was a fortress. Dante had no chances after the catastrophe at the press conference. The iron gates were locked. Snipers had been placed on the roof. The army of Black Summit who were thousands of highly trained wolves were on the borders. I occupied the war room of Dante, on the top floor. Tables were spread out on the large table with the maps of the continent.

“You know! The new city major! Lot of stress! Political pressure! The last unsolved streak of homicides changed the seat of power. Wonder what this would do?” “Civil War!” Kane laughed, “What’s it all about?” “These fucking rebels set fire to their old master’s houses. Selected though! It’s weird. The one who abuse them are not targeted, well maybe sometimes, but none of their homes have been set on fire.” “No pattern you say! Why attack at random?” Robert looked at his feet and frowned for a second before speaking. “It’s not all that random. The Parsons traced ancestry to a certain Warwick Ambrosius, great-great grandson of the famous Wendelin Ambrosius.”

He asked them. “As secure as we can make them,” Rhett replied grimly. “We’ll at least hear if anything tries to enter, and that will have to do.” “The Summit Crest Pack was the first other Triquetra that we met,” Heath said sitting onto the mattress as Aislen stripped his trousers to his ankles, kneeling to ease off the Oxfords that he wore off his feet. “They were the ones that told us that they believed that the formation of the Triquetras signalled that a war was coming.”

The Summits are always a big deal and at the end, they hold a Ball for all those that attend. The Summit lasts 3 days, in that time disputes were settled, alliances were forged, and anything that needed the council's attention was brought forward. From what little I remember of attending with my parents it’s always a very busy few days but a lot gets accomplished. As a kid, I was more focused on playing with the other wolves my age. They did a carnival the first day for everyone to have some fun the last year I had attended. I remember eating my body weight in cotton candy, I was so sick. I puked on another Alphas’s shoes. From what I remember he was nice about it at least. I wonder if they’

The atmosphere grew tense as they descended. "Stay close, don't wander off or touch anything," warned Crimson Wyrm Master. Years ago, he barely escaped the terrors of Battleforge Summit and knew the dangers all too well. As they reached the lakebed, a chilling wind swept through, making even the Lord of War combatants shiver. The summit was only 500 meters away, but no one dared rush forward. "Come on. Do it! I know you have a safe way through," pressed Crimson Wyrm Master.

“Seven days.” He turned and rode out without another word. The gates closed behind him. The courtyard felt smaller somehow. Seven days. Seven days before every leader in the region would stand in one place— To decide the fate of my daughter. Kaelor looked at me carefully. “The Summit will not be peaceful.” “I don’t expect it to be.” Seryth’s voice was grave. “The Citadel is layered with suppression arrays.” I met her gaze. “Then we walk into their fortress knowingly.” Liam stepped closer, voice steady but burning beneath the surface.

Makaria knew she would be in between awful and unforgivable if she did not succeed in this. War leant his weight on the warm brick wall, outside of the filthy, run down, unkempt human motel. The trip up to their location was quiet. Trent refused to come out of his room, even on Alpha's orders. Then when he did emerge from his room he stunk of liquor and weed and maybe a few other substances War vaguely knew about. With just War and Alpha Khan the trip was filled with silence. Alpha Khan questioned once or twice about Pomelia but that was it. War didn't mention anything about Jess, the insane she-wolf who had a thing for Alpha Khan. It seemed like they enjoyed their toxic relationship...

Dargan’s POV The Alpha Summit was established while werewolf packs were big, and wolves were plentiful. It was a primal court system, where anyone could summon the other alphas if they had a dispute to settle – especially if the pack they were up against was bigger than their own. If they could convince the majority of alphas about their cause, they could either get what they wanted – or go to war as the alphas, who supported them, would then also become their allies.

Sonia looked out the window watching nature and how beautiful it was. Austin leaned closer. “How do you feel about seeing the mayor today?” “It feels unreal. I’m excited.” Sonia said. “That’s good. The mayor will be pleased to meet you.” She smiled faintly. “Thank you, sir.” Austin raised an eyebrow. “What did I tell you about calling me ’sir’?” “I’m sorry. I’m not used to it yet.” Sonia replied. An hour later, the jet landed in San Francisco. A black Porsche was waiting.