War Heart Novels & Stories

The effects of the previous war include long-term physical and psychological harm to young children and adults, as well as a reduction in material and werewolf property. He wasn't looking forward to seeing another war on terror attacks on this land. The bloodbath was full of anguish. Alpha Henry hoped he could avoid the emptiness that opened the knives and cut through every werewolf's heart; that appeared in the hand without asking for them. Each sought to be on the right side, convincing themselves that they were fighting for the good of their kind. When they did the bidding of the darkness, they made up stories to justify their actions rather than face what they had done.

Rina placed a hand over her heart, feeling it ache. The war was no longer a shadow. It stood among them now, breathing, bleeding, and claiming its price.

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.

None of them acknowledged either MC and he had to squeeze Jenna’s hand when it looked like she wanted to go to her brother. Preacher, a member from The Sinners, gave a beautiful sermon. He’d known Bandit for almost thirty years. The eulogy was emotional, spoke of each man’s values, his soul, the role he’d played in the club, the loyalty, love and dedication that they’d given to the Warriors. Jake, K-9, Dagger, Poison, and Shadow each carried an urn inside the mausoleum. Plaques had been made with their names, rank and the dates of their birth and death, and fastened to the shelf. Jake took a deep breath as he placed Bandit’s urn above his plaque.

When the battle is over, you're supposed to return home, and life slowly drifts back into a normal, mundane routine. No more fighting. No more bloodshed. No more death. That was supposed to be normal. At least for normal people that would be normal. However, Rhychard Bartlett, Warrior of the Way, understood that he could no longer be considered a normal person. That life ended four months ago. Now, his normal consisted of faeries and gnomes and demons and dark elves, some fighting alongside him, some fighting against him. His normal would blow most people's minds.

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

“Whose war is this?” He looked away, jaw working, and for an awful second I thought he might lie. But then he shrugged, a gesture so human and so defeated it broke something in me. “At this point,” he said, “it could be anyone’s.” I studied him, looking for a tell, some hint of the old arrogance or the preternatural calm that always made me feel like the world was a chessboard and I was just another pawn. But there was nothing left. Just exhaustion, and blood, and the faint glow of adrenaline fading out.

Reply 'Accept' to confirm. I stared at the words Remains Recovery Unit for a long time. My fingers trembled faintly above the screen. The peacekeeping force was deployed to a battlefield halfway across the world. I would have no one for me there. No parents, no Sam, no Melissa. Only the eternal silence of the dead, and the smell of disinfectant in endless tents. In my previous life, I passed the selection too. But I gave it up in hopes of spending my life with that special someone.

Vanguard City★ The Vanguard City has regained its position after the invasion of the Red Corps. The beautiful amazing city has once again begun to work like it used to be before. Dr. Stella is now the new general at the Vanguard Soldiers War Improvement popularly known as vswi. Well, like always, vswi is known for different types of categories. Which involves, the making of war weapons, training upcoming soldiers, and treating ill citizens whose cases are too high. Moreover, Dr. Stella was shown as she was walking out of the apartment with some books in her hand.

With one hand he held a butter knife, scooped a bit, and playfully smeared it onto her arm. “Hey!” Aria squealed, laughing as she tried to pull away. “That’s cheating!” “There are no rules in war,” Kai said in his deep voice, drawing another stripe across the sleeve of her sweater. Aria wasn’t about to let it slide. She grabbed a slice of bread, dunked it into the jar of jam, and slapped a sticky smear across Kai’s chest, right over his T-shirt. “There! Now you’ve got armor too!” she laughed. Kai looked down at the stain in disbelief, then slowly raised his gaze back to her. “Now you’re really in trouble.”