War Heart Novels & Stories

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).

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

"They're called W.A.R.; it stands for Werewolf Alliance Retribution. It’s no longer about keeping old values or whatever they claimed to want in the first place. It’s clear they only want revenge.” “War…. That’s their name.” Emmy said, her eyes wide with shock. “So this is just the beginning. They won’t stop. They even put it in their name. We will go to war whether we want to or not.”

Rima’s POV A war. There was a raging war between my head and my heart. They never got along to begin with; they always fought each other. And I was always determined to go with my heart until my heart literally led me to my death. That’s when I decided to never ever ever listen to it again.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

But with her… something in me stalled. She was trembling even when she pretended she wasn’t. The kind of trembling that comes from living too long on edge, waiting for the next blow. I’d seen it before—in brothers who came back from war, in women who’d been swallowed up by men who thought fists were a language. It’s not fear of the moment; it’s fear burned into the bones. So, yeah, I offered her a ride. Not because I thought she’d take it—hell, half expected her to bolt the second I stopped—but because leaving her there felt wrong.

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

Lourain gritted his teeth and shouted back at Marth, "You're getting too full of yourself, you dog! I didn't bother with you before this because I can't kill you right now. I can't believe you took that as a sign to pompously talk to me like that! "Marth, listen well. Once we get out, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy! I'll beat you half to death before I skin you alive and take your Heartblood. That will be the last bit of value you'll ever produce!" Heartblood was a very sensitive topic to the warriors from third-grade worlds. After all, many warriors from third-grade worlds had been tortured to death for it. The death count was immeasurable, and it was something they were very sensi

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.