The War Of Lost Hearts Novels & Stories

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

How furious and vengeful could they possibly be? “And why the sudden change of heart? The rampage? Even wars have their principles, and both parties abide by those principles for decades.” Jayden pointed one after another. Since the beginning of time, though war had been a constant thing in packs and Rogues, we had come to a silent consensus that no innocent lives should be ended. The battles shall stay in the battleground. I sighed, trying to make sense of all of it. “They lost the Withered Hinterland when my father and brother fought with them. They probably lost their patience.”

This wasn't just about survival anymore; it was about uncovering the secrets of a lost world. Their painstaking work in deciphering the glyphs revealed a fragmented narrative, a chronicle of a civilization that had flourished before the cataclysm. The symbols spoke of a technological marvel, a source of immense power known as the "Heart of Lumina," a device that had once sustained their world, but whose misuse had led to its catastrophic downfall. The texts alluded to a great war, a desperate struggle for control of this power source, ending in a self-inflicted wound that ravaged the planet.

The earth cracked beneath the witches’ feet as vines, roots, and silver flame erupted from the soil. Their cries were swallowed by the storm. One by one, they fell, defeated not by swords or claws, but by light. Nathaniel ran to me, blood on his face, his shirt torn from battle. But his eyes only saw me. “You did it,” he said, gripping my face. “You killed her.” I nodded slowly. “The war is over.” --- That night, we gathered what was left of both sides. The River Heart warriors had lost good men and women. I mourned each name as we lit lanterns and floated them across the Silverlake.

Almost. > He’ll earn it back, my wolf said quietly. One heartbeat at a time. I didn’t answer. I just spurred my horse forward, dust rising behind us like the ghosts of everything we’d lost. We were heading into battle again — not of blades this time, but of hearts. And that, somehow, felt far more dangerous.

It’s powerful, laced with promise and commanding. He stops for a moment, seeming to debate, before shaking his head. “You are no match for me, Hecate. I know of your lost memories. I know you haven’t been able to access your powers since you lost it three years ago.” Feeling builds in my chest, bubbling to the surface, and I struggle to keep control, though I’m not sure what of. He takes another step. And darkness explodes.

—First, I took one of yours at a time, and then I checkmated the queen. I knew exactly who he was talking about. —And I’m sure Vicente was the one who gave you that beating. —He wasn’t going to let it slide. I could’ve fought back, but I wanted to let him vent, since I broke his little girl’s heart. Nothing fairer than that, don’t you think? —Do you realize that now you’ve put our family at war? Bryan looked at me, surprised by the seriousness in my voice. —But aren’t you the one who isn’t afraid of a Rivera?

The silence that followed was absolute, the golden icon on Marcus’s tablet turning a steady, dark gray as the final engine’s frequency was entirely integrated into Laila’s soul. She turned to face Kaden, her obsidian eyes softening just a fraction as the blackness receded, leaving her gray irises rimmed with a thin, permanent ring of silver fire. She looked at her brother, who was smiling through his tears, and then at Marcus and Silas, who were standing with their weapons lowered, their faces pale in the dawn light that was starting to filter through the upper stairs. The war for the Hearts was over. The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost.

"Thirty-nine hours. Let us make them count." I stood, holding Grace—mine or not mine, it did not matter anymore. Because X had made one critical mistake. He showed me I had nothing left to lose. And people with nothing left to lose are the most dangerous enemies of all. The war was coming. But this time, I was not fighting to survive. I was fighting to utterly annihilate.