The War Of Lost Hearts Novels & Stories

Celeste had just declared war. And I wasn’t about to lose.

In the depths of the Silverpine Forest, the Shadow Crown leaders gathered around a small, hidden fire. “The pass is lost,” their leader said, voice hard. “But the usurper brought his forbidden mate into the field. That was a mistake. Next time, we strike at the heart. We take the omega alive. The old blood will have its due.” The fire crackled low, casting long shadows across their faces. The war had claimed its first major battle. But the true cost was only beginning to unfold.

“Remember, Elena. We’re all playing the same game. But in the end, not all of us will win.” And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. Seeing Ethan again stirred san unsettling mix of emotions within her, something dangerously close to longing. Taking a deep breath, she tried to clear her mind, forcing herself to focus. She collapsed on the chair, rubbing at her temple as she processed everything she’d heard. A screm of frustration escaped her lips as she upturned the coffee table and kicked at the documents that fell in a pile at her feet. Moments later, she was spent but sat on the ground heaving dryly as she mourned everything and everyone she’d lost.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

but he treats me so well, and he," she sat beside her mom on the sofa. "Did he touch you? I am warning you Catherine!" Cathy shook her head. "Of course not, he is a gentleman, he would never do such a thing. And I won't allow it." Her mother took a sip of milk and placed the glass on the table. She then turned to Cathy and held her hands. "I want you to be happy, my dear." she tried to keep her tears from falling. "Please remember that your heart is the most important thing to me," she raised her hand and pointed her finger at Cathy's chest. "I loved your father a lot, but look at where that love has taken me," she looked around her home. "From the day he left, there seems to be a lot missi

But before I could even process the burning anger and disappointment in his eyes, his warriors took me to that sunless, frozen wasteland. Throughout that long winter. I stumbled through snowstorms for days, blood seeping from my cracked paws, but I never found the warmth that once belonged to me. Perhaps I had lost my home long ago. My pack was consumed by plague when I was young. Karen's tribe took me in, and Karen was once my only faith. Now, Karen had abandoned me for his trusted prophet Lyra. Throughout the cold winter, he never showed me any mercy, never spared a moment's thought for the Cliff of Sinful Wolves.

' yells my heart. 'Yeah, as you're definitely not his type' my brain says like its a valid point. 'Do you know his type?' questions my heart furious. 'He's into drugs, you moron.' says my brain and my heart just keeps silent. 'Was he high? But he... I don't know' surrenders my heart. 'Stay away from him' warns my brain. 'Maybe we should ask it to him tomorrow' says my gut. 'Will you keep quiet' yells my brain and heart simultaneously.

They barely knew each other, but he never wanted to be separated from her. They stepped into his room, the door closing softly behind them. Shaun watched his mate glide around his almost bare room, looking around. Her eyes stopped on two large drawings on the wall. Both were cities from a view that encompassed the entire city. The first one was the Nightstar Pack. The other was a city in snow-capped mountains. She looked at him, questioning him with her eyes. “It’s the two places I can call home. I drew the first view I had of Nightstar; the other is the last view I had of my original home.” “You drew them?”

You were supposed to be mine, not his and I won't give up without a fight. You're mine Faith My love My lust My obsession. I am ruthless I am merciless I am the devil himself I will burn the world I will murder anyone who comes in my way but I won't let a flame, a touch of pain reach a single hair on my wife's body. SHE IS MINE! And I won't give up without a fight Atlas Williams Atlas's POV (Before the truth came out. This is one of the scenes where Atlas still accused Faith. And this scene is before Melissa became Pregnant).

“And no matter who won… everyone would lose something.” The words settled heavily between them. If the lycans lost, their kind could have been wiped out completely. If they won, the werewolves would suffer instead. Either ending drowned in blood. “I tried talking to him,” Genaro said after a pause. “But he stopped listening to anyone.” His voice remained frustratingly steady. Detached. Like he already buried the emotions tied to those memories years ago. “One year of war cost us nearly a quarter of our warriors,” he continued. “If things kept going… eventually there would be nothing left of the pack worth saving.”