The War Of Lost Hearts の小説・ストーリー

Adrian said smilingly, "Moreover, you're someone who has the opportunity to become a Warlord or even reach a higher stage, but you foolishly obeyed Alistair's orders and allowed your soul to burn without reason. Don't you regret that?" The biggest loser in the battle two days ago wasn't the three chiefs or even Adrian. It wasn't even Thalia. It was those who had experienced a decline in strength or even died during the battle. They were the real losers. The three villages eventually negotiated terms, rendering their deaths even more insignificant. This was the cruelty of war.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Khloe and Nick had also sent their own high-end offerings—luxury supplements, carefully selected. He muttered under his breath, "Even so… he hasn't come to see you." He was somewhat stunned; after all, Nick had managed the Hunt Group alone for years without a single mistake. He was a ruthless man. Michelle didn't respond, her gaze fixed straight ahead. "Michelle," Ethan began, "do you know how a war is lost?" She remained silent, and he continued, "A war is only lost when one side surrenders. As long as the war isn't over, no one has lost."

He hadn’t stopped the heart. He hadn’t warned anyone. And now the army rose into war with a ticking god sealed inside the weapon they called hope. Marcus clenched his fists. Somewhere deep inside him, the Heart stirred. Pleased. Patient. Hungry. Ready to feed off of war.

I ask, stepping further inside, adrenaline flickering to life even as I brace for the news. “Thirty-one bodies found of theirs while nine of ours didn’t make it.” Nine. My men. My family. I shake my head, my jaw clenching. “Damn them.” My fist clenches until my knuckles crack. Sounds echo, rain, distant sirens, someone moaning softly behind me. “We did good holding them off. We lost ground…but we didn’t lose the whole damn war.” Instead of comfort, I feel a flash of ruthless clarity: I would burn this city down before losing power. Before losing more of what I built.

incompetent. Thump thump… thump thump… his little heart started to beat again. ‘Wait did I want to be found… why is my heart getting excited by that idea. I clearly hate him… I clearly don’t like him either.. why…’ Nicolai subtly massaged his chest, and he worked. One file he read was the direst. It was about a regional war. The two packs nearby were having a territorial fight and the fights had escalated to war. Soldiers were dying each day.

“Knowing Oran…it’s something right up his alley to do.” “First, we need breakfast. We aren’t doing anything on an empty stomach.” Auri hip-checked both Hector and Vale. I smiled but my heart wasn’t in it. This was a real war. Not some battle at the edge of the territory. There wouldn’t be just one loss. A misstep here could mean more than just hundreds of lives. I’d lost my best friend and now, there was a strong possibility I could lose my mate this time. It struck fear into me and I gripped the edge of the table tighter. I wouldn’t allow it to happen. No matter what.

Sloane watched him disappear from the kitchen, and when the door closed behind him, she wrote just one line in her notebook: "He didn't say it. But his body already did. The war won't be decided with words—but in that first obedience."

His breath is a warm wind against my neck. Silence falls again, heavier than all the city noises. The dust of our love battle settles slowly. And in this silence, the truth crushes me, more brutally than his body ever did. This is not a game. This is not a strategy. This is a war. A war where the battlefield is my own body, my own heart. And I have just lost a crucial battle. I no longer know if I want to win this war, or if I simply want to continue losing myself, again and again, in the fire of his gaze and the brutality of his hands.

My knees buckled, and I felt myself tilting into darkness. Everything I fought to rebuild collapsed under the weight of lies I didn’t even recognize. This had never been about love. This was war. And I had just lost the first battle.

I should destroy the files, burn everything and walk away. But I couldn’t. Because beneath the jealousy, beneath the bitterness, there was something far uglier — the fear that maybe I had already lost the war long before it began. The war between us wasn’t about power anymore. It was about love. And love was the one battlefield I never learned how to win. I closed the laptop and rose, walking to the mirror. My reflection stared back, pale and composed, but I could see the cracks. The mask was slipping. Scarlett had my eyes. My fire. My defiance.