The Iliad War Novels & Stories

he says, his voice cutting through the tension. Everyone looks at him. He rests a fist over his chest. “I’ll follow you back to your pack, Lucian. Me and my warriors. If what you say is true, if your mate truly is what you claim…then we have no time to waste. This war has dragged on too long.” David's eyes narrow. “Son, you can’t just—” “I can, Father.” he interrupts. “And I will. The war must end.” David lets out a low whistle. “Guess you’ve got yourself a champion, Lucian.”

The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, shouts, and the thud of pounding hooves. Liam stood at the forefront of his warriors, his face a mask of determination as he surveyed the enemy forces before him. The war had been raging for days, a relentless dance of death and survival that had pushed both sides to their limits.

Just nine months and I would lay in bed with her pressed against me. “I know everything about the Great War,” Maddie said. “My mom told me a lot of stories about it.” The war between the three Lycan Kingdoms was a brutal affair, with the clash of steel and the roar of battle going on for months on end. It was a war of tooth and claw, of strength and sometimes dirty tactics, as each Kingdom fought tooth and nail for dominance over the others.

One line glowed across it: WE’RE COMING FOR THE GIRL. Lily gasped softly. My vision darkened. My pulse spiked. My hands curled into fists. And a cold, vicious calm settled over me. “They want a war,” I said quietly. “Fine.” I turned toward Lily, pulling her behind me protectively. “They’ll have one.” ****

When the armed men saw that it was William, they fired a few shots in succession. William quickly picked me up in his arms and slid down the hillside, holding onto me tightly the entire time. He had been shot in the left part of his chest, and his body was all bloody from being scratched by the gravel. Even then, all he did was protect me as he muttered, "Don't be scared." The culprits were quickly subdued. It turned out that they were spies who had snuck in, and they never expected to run into me head-on. A few years ago, William killed the pregnant wife of one of the men on the other side of the border. Furious, he wanted revenge on William.

He apparently went to this camp himself, but he’s two years ahead of us. “The war ended with major bloodshed on each side. Both sides thinking they had a right to the queen, but neither caring what she thought.” I look up at that, my mind elsewhere until that sentence. I raise my hand, and Mr. Clayton calls on me, “What war was that?” I ask, and he smiles looking down at his notes. “Hmmm, it has a few names, but most commonly referred to as the war of the origins.” He says, and my blood runs cold. Issac’s grip on my thigh tightens, but I keep my eyes trained on Mr. Clayton.

"Liar." And just like that, the war between us flared again—quiet, invisible, but burning hotter than anything Nano Tech could throw at us.

Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers. “The war of the Gods,” Damien said over my shoulder as he noticed my admiration of the art. The war of the gods was a ten-year war between Hades and his brothers to overthrow their father9, I tried to find which character depicted was meant to be Lucifer since I had already found Zeus.

"I am fine." "Alright," Loukas said, chuckling before he added when he saw a camel next to Leonidas. "You are returning to Renatus?" Leonidas gave a nod, climbing the camel at his side as he stared down at them. "Achilles is dead so the war is ended, I have things to take care of." And staying longer would make it impossible for me to leave Ishmael behind. Then Leonidas' face showed the tiredness of everything that happened today as he stared at them, his voice soft, "You would take care of him, wouldn't you?"

As night fell, Luca held Adrian tightly in bed, still buried deep inside him. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more certain of anything in my life.” The declaration had been made. The lines had been drawn. Now the real fire would begin.