The Iliad War Novels & Stories

he says. The name settles over me. Elarion. It feels old. Like something that belongs in stories. “I suppose you really are my father then,” I say carefully. His expression softens. “Yes.” There is no hesitation in that answer. I don’t know what to do with that “So,” I say carefully, folding my arms over my chest, “tell me about your war.” He does not look away this time. “All wars,” he says quietly, “are about power. About who controls it. Who benefits from it. Who decides who is worthy of it.”

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I replied, shrugging and toasting aside a large piece of half burnt wood. “Indeed?” Levi asked. “Indeed” I replied. “But then with the way things are going on, they could really destroy us all with their cowardliness don’t you think? And at the end no one will question them cause there are never rules in war” Levi said, abandoning his work and turning to face me. “You are right in some ways but then we are not at war with anyone at least not officially. Beside we definitely will figure this out and they are going to regret ever doing this” I uttered, trying to suppress my sudden rage.

Now, their mettle would be tested in the fires of battle. Lucius's gaze swept over the assembled pack, his voice unwavering. "I declare that we are officially at war with the Lycans. This is not a battle we can afford to lose. Our strength lies in our unity, our unwavering resolve, and the love that binds us. Together, we shall prevail!" Cheers and howls of agreement filled the air as the pack members responded with resounding support. They knew the gravity of the situation, but their faith in Lucius and their shared purpose fueled their determination.

His eyes moved between my eyes and his hand, waiting. I let out a heavy sigh and clutched my hand in his. The smile widened on his face and then he pulled out of my grasp. “Helen of Troy.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “Excuse me.” “Helen of Troy. It’s an old tale told in Greek mythology. It is said that her elopement to Paris, some would say abduction, was what sparked the Trojan war. Her beauty brought men to war.” He then gestured to my face. “Kind of like you. Two head strong Alphas are ready to risk it all for you. ‘A face that launched a thousand ships’.”

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

While Empaler Aegaeus calmly watched the war barely smiling. "Attack..." shouted Filius Bein. "Start..." ordered General Dour. A bloody war broke out and many soldiers of the Ilioque Realm lost their lives. Empaler Aegaeus remained inside the carriage. He was only waiting for Filius Bein to float away. And after a while he came out and immediately used his black magic. Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers.

“Are you alright, Lady Lila?” His calm voice finally broke through the haze clouding my thoughts. I blinked and straightened my posture. My heart was pounding violently in my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing my throat to work despite its sudden dryness. Only then did I draw in a slow, deep breath, exhaling carefully as I tried to steady myself. “D-Declare… war? W-What… why would Villion choose something like that? Why would that be the solution he came up with? I-Is he forming alliances with other packs just to start a war?”

Lucien slammed a reinforced door shut behind them and keyed in a code. Silence. Ariella slumped to the floor, shaking. Lucien dropped beside her, panting. “I told you,” he said breathlessly. “This isn’t just a marriage.” She stared at him through the smoke and terror. “What is it, then?” she whispered. Lucien looked at her, eyes haunted. “A war.” “A war?” she echoed, barely able to hear herself over the ringing in her ears. Lucien leaned against the cold stone wall, blood trickling from a gash above his eyebrow. His face was pale but unreadable — trained, hardened.

Not Eli. Not Ela. Not my family. This is not the end. This is the beginning of the real war.