The War Gods Favourite Novels & Stories

I blurted, unable to understand his logic. Charles smiled and elaborated, "I want to know what it feels like to be cherished by someone unconditionally and without reserve. I want to know whether I can be as lucky as he was to be loved by you and spoiled silly." Charles proceeded to tell me that back when he was 18, he had the world at his feet. It had seemed as if everyone adored him, but in truth, everyone wanted something from him. Even Jenna, who claimed to love him, raised him to play the role of the perfect heir. He wasn't allowed to falter or have any desires of his own. His only acts of rebellion were marrying Whitney and joining the military.

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.

“Who is Damon?” “The war God, he has been in the borders half his life and only returned for the festivity, second son to King Williams and born of his favorite concubine” I could not believe my luck. I am mate to the God of war which sounded odd. I was made to understand we were headed for the borders and it involved a life of war and fighting. None of that mattered to me, since I have gotten a second chance at life I choose to make the most out of it. The journey was tiring and long, we had to stop a number of times to get fresh food supplies and freshen up. Sarah my handmade, was of great help to me, I am still getting acquainted with her addressing me as “my lady”.

The river had swollen into the fields, and treetops broke the surface of the water which swirled restlessly around hidden obstacles, so it wasn’t lying, but Lyric doubted that the sign maker had a flood in mind. “You said that before. I don’t understand,” she indicated to turn off. That road would lead to one of the river crossings, and she suspected that it would be impassable due to flooding. Plus, they sought the dam. It still made sense that whatever was in the water would have originated from there. “What old war?” He slid her a frown. “The Eternal Wars of the Gods,” he prompted. “Sounds cheerful,” she said dryly. “You know nothing,” he realized with mild surprise. “Humans have forgotte

I kept my tone hopeful and light. “Friends, huh?” He lets his cigarette dangle between his fingertips. I held my breath, hoping that I hadn't unknowingly made an enemy out of him. Based on the little information I had gathered, we would need every ally that we can get in the upcoming war. “Yes,” I replied, stretching my hand out for a handshake. Benjamin stares at my preferred peace offering for a long time before he grabs it, pumping it quite enthusiastically. “You do owe me one though.”

He is quite the double-crosser. “Fenrir has taken a lot from us. He has taken our soldiers, females, and children. And soon he will take away your father’s territory and pride. But if you become an ally, we might be able to stop him.” “Why not wage war against him? Take the war to his doorstep when he is off guard.” I blurted out. “We can not afford another war with Fenrir. He is an unstoppable force, we can not win him. But if we know his plans, his strengths and weaknesses... we can use that against him and ruin him from the inside.” Ryker said, his tone turning conspiratorial.

“As long as I breathe, I will stand with you.” My heart pounds. This is not victory. This is war. If the First Goddess has bound herself to me what will the other gods do now that one of their own has chosen to kneel instead of rule?

In the moonstones kissed quickly and tucked back beneath armor as if no one would notice. A few warriors stared out into the darkness beyond the walls, eyes narrowed, daring whatever waited out there to come closer… even as their stomachs twisted and their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They stood tall. They stood proud. They stood ready. Because none of them would admit the truth aloud. They were not preparing for a normal enemy. They were preparing for Lucien. For the Alpha God of War. And deep down, beneath the armor and the bravado, every single one of them felt it…

Gods understood the kind of arithmetic where victory and loss were separated only by how much collateral one was willing to burn. Celeste was speaking his language now. And she knew it. The waves rose a little higher. The ocean was listening. Remy shifted his weight once, silent and ready. Ares noticed that too, but his eyes remained on Celeste. The war god’s attention had narrowed to a point, and the narrowing itself was dangerous. That was when gods became most violent: when they could no longer pretend the challenge was trivial. Celeste lifted her chin. She did not raise Hellebore.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan