War Of Hearts Book Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

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."

My vision blurred. Had I lost? "Not yet," the Lady said gently, cradling my face in her hands. "But the war is not of the sword, Naomi. The war is of the heart. The mind. The will." "I’m scared," I whispered. "Good," she smiled. "That means you know what’s at stake." She leaned closer. I could smell jasmine and ash. Her voice became softer, more intimate, like a lullaby: "Fire does not fear the dark. It simply exists... and in existing, it defies."

Army of the Heart The valley whose voices rose not in cries of war but in song that carried hope across miles of terrain where despair had reigned long unchallenged. Princess Lyra stood on a natural ridge overlooking the conclave, her heightened senses reading emotions that flamed like beacon lights in the hearts of thousands who had flowed in from all corners of the kingdom to be part of what was now no longer just a war campaign.

He was waiting. The choice I’d been avoiding since the beginning was finally here. Behind me, Damon’s voice rang out, commanding the pack, preparing for war. Before me, Jace’s presence whispered through my veins, steady and inescapable. Sera’s words echoed again. Your heart will decide the outcome of this war. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which heart she meant, the one beating in my chest, or the one tied to both men who could break it.

“I forgive you, but wait, what problem are you talking about? With Ali’s disbelieving look, Matan sighed. “Oh, that one. I know bro. I didn’t know it is this hard. I do not know how you managed to give up Ami if this is how much you loved her, no offense to your wife now. “ “None taken, to be honest, I do not think I really loved her that deeply like I do my wife now. Do not be mistaken though, Ami has a special place in my heart, but Zaina has all of it now. She is everything that is good and I am fortunate that we both have been healed of our past heart aches. You bro, have a lot to go through if you meant to have Eliza. Why did you not tell her what you felt before you left for Italy? Tha

“I didn't remember at that time and stop asking ridiculous questions as if I had a choice.” I say nothing as I pack my books and sidestep him. We didn't get to chose the war. We were dragged into it, kicking and screaming. And that night, I returned to the couch. Back to square one.

Whether they wanted to attack the pack as a whole or my mate, it was a direct attack on me, and the other two men in the room also felt the weight of this realisation. “We need to deal with this fast before it becomes something much more dangerous. I don't know the enemy we are up against, but this isn't the work of the rogues,” Jamie said, outlining the exact thought that was going through my head right now. I slammed my fist on the table, and it shattered to the ground in pieces beside the huge pile of trap.s “Get someone to get this fucking things out of my sight,” I growled, and immediately the door opens and two warriors step in, snatching the traps and disappearing again.

Her curiosity was seriously at its peak. Right before her eyes, She saw Tessa stand up from the ground, on which she had fallen. She grunted lowly and stared at a trembling and weak Celia. Celia looked at Tessa. She was holding a heart. Her own heart. How? Tessa was still in her zombie form. She had quickly stuck her hand deeply into Celia's chest like a sharp dagger and cut off her heart, from its place. She snapped it out and before her, She was holding her heart. It was her life.

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.