The War Gods Favourite Novels & Stories

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

I only hope not to abuse his need for me anytime soon until I can think of something. Compared to what I’ve heard about Keres, his *Darkinral* pack has strong fighters and he’s no exception. He’s known to be a great fighter hence his title as the god of war among neighboring packs and abroad. He goes to war once in three months like a routine. I’ve always found it strange that my pack was never attacked and I thought he probably didn’t want to make an enemy of us. Once, we tried reaching out for alliance but we were rejected. No one ever sees him except on the battlefield. Rumor has it how big and mighty his wolf is but now I refuse to believe all of that.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

“Roman’s missing, we’re being toyed with like lab rats, and you stand there like it’s just another night.” Kael’s brow furrowed, but his voice stayed maddeningly calm. “You think I don’t care?” “You don’t show it,” Riven shot back. “Not to me. Not to anyone.” Kael set his glass down harder than he meant to. The sound cracked like a gunshot. “I show it differently.” Riven let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? In what universe? You’re a goddamn wall, Kael. Maybe that works for you, but it leaves the rest of us—me—feeling like we’re fighting this alone.”

Each war told a story of struggle, sacrifice, and the unwavering power of the Moon Goddess. The next war was simply called The War of Betrayal. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. It was a war that should never have happened, a war started by someone the Goddess once trusted. A great leader, once her most loyal warrior, had turned against her, leading an army of his own. The battle was fierce, and in the end, the traitor fell into the Goddess’s own hand. But the victory was bittersweet, many lives were lost, and trust was shattered forever.

“The Mother is whole. Now... the Harvest belongs to the Second Prime.” I gripped my blade, my eyes turning to shards of lethal flint. The war wasn't over. The gods had just changed their name. "Leo," I hissed, hauling my shivering body upright. "Get in the ship." "We're going to burn the house down."

He only responded because it was Gunter. Mosiah would ignore anyone else, and that included Antovan and Gustav. Knowing that Mosiah was a proud man, Gunter did not take his attitude to heart. Gunter said with a smile, “Don’t underestimate Arcadia. The place is crawling with hidden talents. The God of War is one example.” Mosiah lifted his head at the mention of the God of War. With fervent eyes, he said, “I will kill him when I get the chance.” “I hope so.”

She even ordered her own men to charge in and take advantage of the chaos. Keira tightly clutched Arka's jacket. Her eyes remained fixed on the man standing in the middle of the crowd. Like a God of War. Deep in her heart, the image of Reza, whom she had always thought about, gradually became blurred. On the other side, Mireya's eyes shone brightly. Her gaze followed every movement Arka made. His composure, precision, and flawless teamwork with Black Garuda. Her curiosity transformed into something far more dangerous.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h