The War Of Lost Hearts の小説・ストーリー

“Including manipulating you and Chester…and arranging that marriage.” I nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place in a way that felt both relieving and suffocating at the same time. It all made sense, and somehow that made it worse. “And there’s going to be a war,” I admitted quietly, my voice softer now, almost hesitant despite myself. “People are going to get hurt. We’re going to lose people.” The thought alone made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to hold his gaze as I added, more firmly this time, “Let’s not lose anyone.”

I replied to him. I knew very well that this war was a tricky one. It was a war that would win or lose, a war that both sides could lose, a war that would cost too much. This wasn’t a war for lands or people or expansion, this was a war of anger, a war of pressed down anger and I knew that it was going to be bloody, nothing was going to stop people, not even me. Not that I planned to. “Amira..” Jonathan whispered as he took a few steps towards me and I immediately two a few steps backwards.

Like it's his greatest achievement. "Why would you be challenged? Conveniently for you, no other packs know of your existence. And no one here is going to do it. They're all...... Weak. You profited the most from Hector's death it seems" I watch him closely, his facade drops for a second and pure anger flashes through his eyes. He doesn't take the bait quite as I hoped but I've planted the seed none the less. "Hector was my longest friend. He was like a brother to me. I swear a moon oath here and now. I had no hand in his death"

“Are you my child, Hugo?” “I-I am, Father,” I would then say with all the remaining courage I could muster. “Then why are you a loser?” With that, he would turn his back on me. “Very much unlike your brother.” With that, he would walk away. I would remain standing there, dead on my tracks, my head stubbornly bowed down. Because I am sure that by the time my head snap up, those pair of eyes would be looking at me. The pair of eyes that are very much like mine. The eyes of my own brother, piercing through me, and not in a comforting way. He wins again, and I would walk away defeated.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity, that this was no longer a story of love lost. It was the beginning of a war.

But I felt it. I didn’t know it was for her. I didn’t know I’d just lost one mate to the other’s hand. All I knew was this: The war had crossed a line. And I was done playing defense. The Tsar of the Russian mafia and the Alpha of the wolves were going to war with Bathory and Cross. And this time, I wasn’t planning on losing.

"He’s controlling everyone. If those golden hearts are all over the world, then the war is already over. We lost." "No," I said. I stood up on the floating wood, my legs feeling strong for the first time in hours. The revenge in my heart was no longer about the Board or the Eye. It was about the man who had abandoned us to play with people’s lives like they were toys. "We haven't lost. He thinks he’s won because he has the power. But he doesn't have the key."

“What do you mean, now? We still have the same agenda. Hearteaters are cruel, Elaine. They don’t care who they eat, who they kill, or who they want to fucked with. They’re evil, and you wouldn’t want to meet one of them in your life!” “But I already did!” She bellowed, facing me. “What I’m pointing out here is, you’re being impulsive. This is not you! Declaring a war is not the right way. You know that in war, there is no win or lose. Both parties will suffer because of the damages. Those innocent lives who signed up to be with you…they are all too young to suffer. They don't deserve this. They should be running around the woods, playing, getting to know their mate. A war is not a fucking jo

Each line meant. "Wish I could say their give-up easy to haul. That claiming makes loss okay. That win wipes grief. But nah. We claimed. Lila out. Alliance safe. And these twelve still gone. Still dropped. Still hurt by who loved 'em. That's war real. That's leading bill. That's what we haul." She stopped. Eyed each pyre. Seemed etching faces through fire. Seemed vowing recall. No forget. Haul 'em with.

I scream out as he disappears, feeling like my heart is being split in two. Nyxara’s final whisper curls around me like a curse: “Win. Or lose him forever.” The hall collapses into silence. I drop to my knees, clutching my burning wrist, gasping like my lungs can’t remember how to work. He’s gone. Taken from me, and I know, deep in my bones, in the place where my wolf crouches, snarling, this isn’t just about winning anymore. This is war.