Novel & Cerita War Of Lost Hearts

Isaiah asks like he's trying to figure out a plausible explanation. "My father was an Alpha. His name was Hector and until recently I thought I lived in a normal human village" I say annoyed at how little I knew about myself. "Hector" Isaiah says thinking "I've never heard of an Alpha Hector" he adds. "You wouldn't have. No one knew about the pack. They all take wolfsbane and live as humans. They don't attend any gatherings" Hunter says. "Why?" Isaiah says dumbfounded. "It was to protect me" I say quietly.

The sound of gunfire was a symphony, each shot a note that sang of vengeance and the promise of an end to this senseless war. We fought our way through the labyrinth of corridors, each step bringing us closer to Lorenzo. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and blood, the walls echoing with the cries of the defeated. The compound's defenses were formidable, but our rage was unstoppable. We were fueled by the love for our lost and the need to ensure their futures were free from the shadow of Lorenzo's tyranny.

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

He even went so far as to make her use it there; as a result, half of the Masaque Empire has collapsed. And that was the beginning of the war, all through Luis’s arrogant ambition. Everything was a fragment of his mistake, a hole to which the unfortunate series of events laid dormant. It was all a mistake of the past, a flaw to his pursuit of a perfect ideology, a flaw he wanted to forget but couldn’t…

“If Paige can purify them… or blast them… or whatever the hell that gold-silver power was… why are we sitting here waiting for them to attack again? Why give them time? Why let them gather strength?” I exhale slowly. “You’re talking about starting a war.” “We’re already in the war,” Remy grunts. “They started it a quarter of a century ago; but now we have the means to finish it.” “I want them gone,” Callen nods. “Every last one of them.”

"Bertrand, I'm begging you! Please save me! I'm pregnant with your child!" Her words hit me like a lightning strike. For a moment, my mind went blank. All this time, I thought Bertrand had been using Marina just to make me jealous. But behind my back, he had already betrayed me. And I… I had lost my child because of him. Nearly lost my life, too. "Well, well," Pate laughed gleefully. "What a surprise twist! That makes this game even more entertaining." He turned to the camera with a wicked grin. "Bertrand, I want fifty million dollars. You can save one of them. The other…"

“We have lived as wolves in a world of gods and glory. Moonspire’s chosen stands between us and the packs that feed our needs. For years I planned. For years I gathered what men whisper about but never speak — debts, secrets, skill. This was not a rash victory we lost. It was a postponement.” He turned and paced the rim of the pit, and his shadow skittered across flesh and stone. “You think I would waste blood at the altar of a lost fight? No. Loss was a lesson. She rose in front of us so the world would see a new sun. We will show it a black dawn.” A low, rhythmic thumping began — a war-drum somewhere at the edge of the encampment. Men and wolves knew the sound: it was a summons. The younge

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”