War Of Lost Hearts Novels & Stories

Our hearts аnd minds соnnесtіng, becoming one, mоmеntаrіlу lost іn the mаgіс. It wаѕ thе perfect ending tо an amazing day. Mу рrіnсе сhаrmіng had сеrtаіnlу ѕurраѕѕеd himself іn gіvіng mе a bіrthdау wіth a hарріlу ever аftеr.

All I could think of was running over and ripping his fucking head from his shoulders, and his heart from his chest. I run back into the woods shifting with each stride I took. Once fully shifted I let out an earth shaking howl of anger and hurt. I take off into the woods at full speed until I reach my pack house.

It spoke naught of his knowledge of the credence. The man grinned. "Then you must also know of the war of the lost." Serhlzaar hesitated. "No." The war of the lost was a tale of the origin of the touched according to the credence. But it was not one so easily heard. Children spoke about it and so did adults. But it was obvious that the stories carried about were either incomplete or heavily manipulated for the sake of making it interesting, or child friendly. Even so, Sethlzaar had never heard the tale. Even Alsipin never spoke of it. When asked about it once, he had simply replied, "My people do not tell tales without the truth and its entirety."

, and she is sure that nobody has seen her wearing it within the hotel premises. Jon was a bit shocked. "The... The necklace?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "The one you gave me on my nineteenth, you see Jon, I don't know what you may think, but I never wanted to lose it, as I've already lost you," she is becoming dramatic with her tone, but bit her lip and was trying her best not to laugh. "Oh, um. I didn't expect that you still have it. I'll do what I can, I promise." He was trying to assure her that everything will be alright. "Will see you in the morning, Viv. First thing," he hung up, trying to keep her calm. Stephanie was obviously frustrated, handed back his drink as he said, "Tha

Her last, desperate gambit. Let her come. I had the Heart of a Traitor. I had the Shard of the Sun. And I had an army of shadows that would rise at my command. The banquet was over. The real war was about to begin.

“Our coven is only doing this for you as repayment of a debt we owed your pack. In the eyes of our council, we are now even. Let your grandfather know that we appreciate the protection he gave us in the elder’s war.” I nod and hand the bassinet over to her, tears streaming down my face as I do. She takes him from me and disappears into the portal. She is only gone but a moment before she is back and then with the wave of a hand the door disappears and I drop to the ground sobbing at the loss of my little boy. My little Leo. A piece of me is forever gone, I’ve lost my mate and now my only child. When I return to Eric, there is nothing he can do to me that will be more painful.

"Ma'am, you have to see this." Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at him angrily "what is going on?" He looked at her in fear, before looking at her assistant, and back to look at her again "It's Miranda's heart, it's on fire." The eyes of the two widened in shock, and they looked at each other. No way. Miranda's heart only flared up twice, once with the birth of the Holy Sword Maiden. And again in the great war between the kingdoms, to choose his carrier in the war, which took place between the kingdoms eighty thousand years ago

In the depths of the Silverpine Forest, the Shadow Crown leaders gathered around a small, hidden fire. “The pass is lost,” their leader said, voice hard. “But the usurper brought his forbidden mate into the field. That was a mistake. Next time, we strike at the heart. We take the omega alive. The old blood will have its due.” The fire crackled low, casting long shadows across their faces. The war had claimed its first major battle. But the true cost was only beginning to unfold.

Then he turned and walked away, every step a wound she couldn’t heal. Ella stood there, heart aching, soul unraveling. Why did love always come with such pain? But before she could sink too deep into the ache, a chill crept into the air. The shadows shifted. Far off, something dark stirred—foul and powerful. Lila. The war hadn’t waited. It was already breathing down their necks. And no heart—whether broken or whole—would be spared. --- A Warrior’s Rise and Hearts Entwined

But his hearts were acceptable to soar, and he belonged to the parents whose souls demanded he be. "Those wars I don't want to part in but have no choice. What takes encouraging lineages centuries to evolve was savaged in a single day. The children we raise with love, murdered in an instant. What war devastates takes so very long to heal from. It shattered bones, when all that was needed was a hand of friendship and kind words. Yet the land has become the never-love, never-hope, the land in which the frigid dispassion of the apex predator damages the prefrontal humanity, lessening the capacity for productivity and perspective-taking, enhancing the primitive "blood lust" mode. Only the surviv