The Iliad War Novels & Stories

The God of war, Ares, was in the lead, creating bloodshed and destruction wherever he went. Within moments, the once silent battle ground was filled with loud roars. Clouds of dust hung around everywhere and everything was hazy in front of me. I stood still, watching everything without moving towards the demons. Adrian and I stood back to back, guarding each other as we watched the war raging around us.

"And I need to do both of those things simultaneously without the left hand knowing what the right is doing." "Yes." I paused. "I have thoughts about the port securing." He turned from the window. "Tell me." What followed was thirty days that I later thought of as Luca's first war only because it was the first one I was inside. He had fought before had been fighting the whole time I had known him in the various ways this world required. But this was different. This was coordinated, multi-front, conducted against an opponent that was sophisticated and well-resourced and watching carefully.

“Too late for that, don’t you think?” He exhaled, pushing off the door. “Fine. You want answers?” I folded my arms. “Yeah. That’d be nice.” He stepped closer, the air between us thick with something unspoken. “I’m in the middle of a war,” he said simply. “And now, you’re standing in the crossfire.” My stomach tightened. “What kind of war?” I asked cautiously. Luca’s jaw clenched. “One where men like Matteo Greco don’t make it out alive.”

It wasn’t a game. This was war.

Not just motherhood. But war.

She folded her legs and hugged her knees to herself. Lorenzo matched forward, each thud of his foot raising her heart beat. One thing rang in Adriana's head. Say your last cruel words before you leave this cruel world. On the other hand Lorenzo had only one thing in mind, break her till she has nothing more to say with her running mouths. It was war. Who was going to win.

And soon, I will have everything I needed. Lillian wanted war. Now? I will play her game. “War it is.” I mumbled.

They were the Gods of War of Somerland, legends made flesh. At the center of the formation stood Elysia Fang, the Goddess of War. Clad in formidable armor that gleamed like forged iron, she radiated a serene yet fearsome authority. Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland.

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

"I don't want to talk about that. There's no need—you did what you had to do. I'm not mad." "Please, forgive me." "There's nothing to forgive," I say, pulling him close. The numbness is starting to leave my body, and I start to feel pain all over my body. Especially in my leg. "The war..." "It's over," Cadeon tells me. "We won, Lili. We won the war. It's over." I gasp. "Really?"