Trojan Horse Troy Novels & Stories

His wife seduced him when he attended their son's birthday party but he didn't lay his fingers even a single of her hair. They were colleagues before but with that one sinful night whom Tharks truly believed, he started the war between them. Reez didn't want to reminisce that doomsday because he did something terrible to his friend's family. Again, his King friend won and he still under his supervision and he won't accept it. Tonight, he will attack their Kingdom with a silent assault. When everyone was in their sweet dreams lying in their beds, making love, or under the influence of wine, these were the time to slay their enemies. He recalls what occurred in the Trojan war, they used the Tr

Time is a cruel mistress. It uses things and leaves them behind in the sea of what once was. Eidola, (plural for eidolon) fits into this category. The phenomenon comes from a singular area of the world, the ancient city of Troy. Warren doesn’t know it yet, but he is a descendant of the first eidolon wielder, Helen of Troy. Nerea covered her mouth and whispered a prayer. Plume continued to watch the bestial energy as Warren walked out of the circle. “Warren how are you feeling?” Plume shouted.

Then, Caspian shook his arm, and the tip of the spear trembled violently, and a massive force spread along with the staff of the spear. The head of the Troy family had a look of despair in his eyes, and he opened his mouth wide, wanting to yell. However, before he could even do that, his body was torn apart, and the hot blood, internal organs, and pieces of his corpse scattered around.

Troy muttered under his breath. " Is there anything more I should know?" Marcus' brows wrinkled. "Yes. Your pack contains a traitor. All I have to say is that." Troy said as he swallowed his saliva. " A betrayer? " Marcus frowned. Who could be the traitor in his pack? So the rogues have joined forces with the hunters to attack his pack, but he doesn't understand why or how many enemies he has. ***END OF FLASHBACK*** To be continued...

The warriors guarding the entrance of the mansion had been no problem at all for Troy. All he had to do was cast an invisibility spell. He’d walked right past the warriors and followed the sounds. Troy couldn’t suppress the molten anger that welled up within him when he saw his mate, mother, brother, and all the others in a stance that screamed war. Troy didn’t have to be a genius to know who they were going up against. If the dead wolves lying around surprised him, he didn’t show. “Really?” Troy growled in indignation. “You actually kept something like this from…”

His eyes moved between my eyes and his hand, waiting. I let out a heavy sigh and clutched my hand in his. The smile widened on his face and then he pulled out of my grasp. “Helen of Troy.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “Excuse me.” “Helen of Troy. It’s an old tale told in Greek mythology. It is said that her elopement to Paris, some would say abduction, was what sparked the Trojan war. Her beauty brought men to war.” He then gestured to my face. “Kind of like you. Two head strong Alphas are ready to risk it all for you. ‘A face that launched a thousand ships’.”

“Troy’s debts, including interest and penalties for late payments, come to approximately $750,000.” I swallowed hard. That was more money than I’d ever imagined dealing with, let alone paying off in one go. “And if we clear this,” I pressed, “what guarantee do we have that Troy will cooperate?” Lucciano chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “Guarantees? In this world, there are none. But,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “Troy would owe you everything. His loyalty, his secrets—whatever you ask of him. People like him will cling to anyone offering salvation. You just need to make sure you hold the leash tightly.”

"There is no key, is there?" "There is," Carlos corrected. "Just not what they think it is. When accessed, it activates a sophisticated tracking protocol that identifies every system that attempts to use it." "A Trojan horse," Sonia murmured, impressed despite herself. "Exactly." Carlos nodded appreciatively at her. "Once deployed within their network, it maps their entire operational infrastructure." A notification pinged on James’s phone. He checked it, his expression darkening. "NATO cybersecurity team reports unusual activity in the financial corridors. The consortium is making their move."

Maxwell would stay behind with my pack, protecting my territory, Luara, and our daughter, while Torey, Prince, and I led our warriors into action. Since the rogues were holding back, we assumed they weren’t fully prepared. We didn’t want to give them more time to plan, but we knew we needed at least two days to ready our wolves. The unclaimed territory between our packs was a bonus, allowing us to attack from both sides, leaving their defenses weak and disorganized. Just as I was about to ask Andrew to prepare the warriors, Torey asked, voice sharp with curiosity, “What exactly is the history between you and this Alec?”

He scrolled for thirty seconds and then looked up with an expression that told me everything I needed to know before he said a single word. "Lucas," he said. "Troy did not just fund the rogue operation." He turned the screen toward me. "He founded it. Twenty years ago. He built it from scratch." He paused. "And the first thing he ever used it for was the fire at Ashveil."