The Late War Book Novels & Stories

After sacrificing eight years for the man she loved, Dr. Ariana is rewarded with betrayal. A chance encounter with Lucian Moretti, the city's most feared mafia king, changes everything. One reckless night binds their fates, but deadly enemies and a painful misunderstanding tear them apart. When destiny reunites them, one question remains: Was I too late?

Stones shattered into fine dust. Dominic crushed her against his chest, his obsidian-furred wolf howling through the bond, the sound a jagged promise of extinction for anyone who stood in their way. “She’s alive, Sam! She’s fighting! She’s the strongest of us all!” Liza closed her eyes, her breath shaking as the last remnants of Ava’s gold imprint dissolved into the air like fading embers. She felt the echo of the ‘Deep Place’ an ancient, subterranean lair Elder Lee had used during the Council wars.

His wife trailed behind him, wrapped in jewel and a rigid kind of grace. "Congratulations," he said clasping Darrell's hand with both of his. "A union like this gives our kingdom hope." I smiled, "We're honored." "We're relieved," Reeve corrected. "We doubted this would happen. But now we can all rest easy after the reunion of war giants." Darrell's jaw clenched, "The unrest will be over before you know it." Reeve chuckled, "Ah, always the soldier. May your house be strong and your heirs plenty."

Frank encouraged her. “Thank you.” “Bye Bye,” Rose waved at Baby T and he waved back with his tiny hands. He was a year and a few months old now and could walk comfortably now. Rose and Sonia left for work and when they almost got there, Sonia pointed at the building from afar. Rose could see it in the distance and was awed by the luxury. The building was a skyscraper. It was so tall, it seemed to touch the clouds. When they got closer, she saw the glass walls, and the name was boldly written at the top with a shiny design.

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I pulled out another ledger, older but this time, the ink had faded but the margins were still full of notes, scribbled by hands long dead. I dragged a crate closer and began stacking books around me, my lamp throwing long shadows against the walls, my irritation grew as realization crept in…the ancient wars, definitely not the ones told in stories, not the heroic nonsense sung at solstice fires. The wars before alliances, the ones before the treatie we know today, before they began to force morality as law Wars where survival demanded the type of sacrifices no one wanted to remember, I found the first reference buried in brittle parchment, it’s seal broken….Containment Protocol, Phase One

My eyes filling with tears, the things he has had to endure and to be able to get to me here. I tell him the things I’d done to try and get to him but it seemed he knew most of my moves due to my sketchbook that Lisa had salvaged from the bombed hospital. “Your sketch book moved me. I really think you should publish it, there’s so many stories of the soilders that lost their lives, and their families would probably be so grateful to see your drawings and the things they’d said, messages for their loved one.” Carlo says, my face flushed pink. I must admit it would be quite a good idea, I know that if it were me, I’d definitely want to hear what had happened to my children or family out fighti

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.”

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

Zoya said dismissively as she left for her room. Zoya's room was like a wonderland for different kinds of books, quotes, poetry, art and photos. She loved taking photos a lot and had two cameras which made this quite easy for her. Her wall was plastered with different colors of photos and aesthetic poetry that gives the room a very vibrant feel. It was large and very bright. This was also her favourite part of the house because she gets to do whatever she wanted in there without being criticized or called a nerd except on some occasions. Her room wasn't really like a typical female room, it was more like a library. With the very tall shelves inhabiting hundreds of novels and books, her furni