The Iliad War Novels & Stories

Goddison grunted and did not bother hiding the regret in his voice, "this is worse, it's a war." War? Jide shared a confused look with Ugomma. They had heard tales of men killing men for land, power, and money. He never thought he would one day be in the center of it. The feeling was different from what the stories had told. The atmosphere was odd. "We should interfere before it grows worse." Mary frowned, the calmness in her eyes had ebbed away. "Interfere? It might be a trap, we don't even know what we might be walking into." Goddison shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"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.

All the maidens want to be around him, he was very huge, with a broad chest, when he walks, his hills barely touch the ground, he was enrolled into the warriors of Odudu, the village was still in slide tension but not as before, one day, a messenger from the kingdom of Abgadu visited the kingdom of Odudu, to inform them of a war... a war that will commence in the next seven Oya market days, the King who is now very old was

“So do we.” Victor raised a brow. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Adrian’s eyes turned cold. “We stop reacting. And start?” His voice dropped. “Hunting.” Elara’s heart skipped. “What do you mean?” Adrian looked at her. And whatever softness had been there before—Was gone. “They wanted a war.” A pause. “They have one.” Victor smirked faintly. “Now that… sounds like the Adrian I know.”

“Isn’t there another way?” “He invoked the sacred law of the Pack, Lailia,” My father butted in. “We have to honor it.” “If we don’t, we’re risking a full-fledged war. We all saw his army outside. Can we really afford war in these perilous times?” Lancel remarked.

And in doing so, they had crossed a line that could not be walked back quietly. Lillian stood straighter. “Let them hide,” she said. “We’ll make the hiding visible.” Nathaniel nodded. “And when they retaliate.” “They will,” Lillian said. “But now we’re not reacting.” Elena met her gaze. “We’re directing.” “Yes,” Lillian replied. Outside, the city fully woke, traffic surging, screens lighting up, lives moving forward unaware that a war fought in margins and footnotes had just entered its most dangerous phase.

“You don’t have to fight for me.” He turned his head slightly, with eyes like steel. “Maybe not.” “Then why—” “Because they will,” he said. “And I won’t let them start it on my land.” Kai exhaled, muttering under his breath, “Here we go again.” Adrian ignored him. He glanced once at the dark stretch of mountains outside, then back at us. The calm in his voice carried more weight than a shout ever could. “They want a war,” he murmured. “Then let’s give them one worth remembering.”

William felt a shiver run through his body, it's as if Liana's repeated appearance was an omen of worse things to come, and the feeling only got worse when their gazes met, and the next second, Liana pointed her finger in his direction, making everyone in that environment look surprised, as if they were wondering what was going on, but it felt like they were not friends. "William!" Liana began speaking loudly. "You used every despicable means to put me away, but again you lost to me, and I'm still standing, so I want you to listen to me carefully, because from now on, we are officially in a war, and I'm going to show the world how people like you end up in the end!" After that, she ignored t

"Like hell I will." Aldrin glared at him for a moment, then emitted a gentle sigh, as though working with a child. "You are making a terrible mistake." Abbadon took a step forward, taking a step in between me and the rest. His voice was lethal. "It's not going to happen on my watch." The tension dissipated. Lucian's smile widened. Aldrin put one hand up. The army mobilised. And the war had begun. The air was broken. A deafening roar echoed as the Council's warriors charged. A wave of dark armour and glinting steel swept forward like a merciless wave, their combined strength overwhelming.

Mae’s fingers tighten in my sleeve. Rowan’s jaw flexes. “He doesn’t need—” “He will,” Ilythra cuts in. “Sooner than he realizes.” She steps closer to him, her presence suddenly immense. “War is coming,” she says. “The kind that doesn’t ask permission. And when it does, he will need them.” Her eyes flick briefly to me. “And they will need him.” I don’t like the way Rowan looks at me then—measuring, conflicted, almost regretful.