Novel & Cerita The War Of Lost Hearts

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

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.

“If Paige can purify them… or blast them… or whatever the hell that gold-silver power was… why are we sitting here waiting for them to attack again? Why give them time? Why let them gather strength?” I exhale slowly. “You’re talking about starting a war.” “We’re already in the war,” Remy grunts. “They started it a quarter of a century ago; but now we have the means to finish it.” “I want them gone,” Callen nods. “Every last one of them.”

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

My vision is blurry, can't make a clear image of the person before me. I blink twice, cleaning my tear-stained cheeks. I put my hand on my forehead to shield my eyes from the sun. There she is, the person who tapped me. Concern is embedded in her heart-stopping blue eyes as she studies me. I never understood the term "lost in one's eyes" but I am truly lost. Not just her eyes though but in her face, as she stands under the sun, windblown strawberry blonde hair, high cheekbones, and for some reason she is smiling down at me. Her smile is so warm that makes my shoulders less tense. It's like a weight has been lifted. s

The bees might have stung, but I was the bear, and my wrath was a storm they would never forget. The stench of gunpowder and sweat assailed me as I burst through the shattered remains of the warehouse door. Inside, it was pandemonium. My warehouse, once a well-oiled machine of darkness and efficiency, was now a scene ripped straight from the inferno of my nightmares. The air crackled with the staccato bark of gunfire, the deafening roar punctuated by the guttural grunts of men in brutal hand-to-hand combat. My men, loyal wolves clad in black, battled in a whirlwind of fists and blades against Mikhail's swarm of insects – mercenaries known for their ruthless efficiency and venomous sting.

“You really think she’s worth losing everything?” “She’s the only thing I never wanted to lose.” She dropped her hand and walked away, but not before throwing one final barb over her shoulder. “Then pray the next war isn’t one you started… with your heart.” ---- The moment Lucian Wolfe stepped into the Valen Territory, the air smelled of blood and smoke. He had just been informed of war that had happened, an in no time he had come.

“It is a war on the rogues.” And this time, we would not lose.