War Of Lost Hearts Novels & Stories

Aiden, Jayden, and Brayden looked at each other, and in the silence of the forest, I felt their understanding. The game of politics was over. The struggle for survival had turned into a brutal hunt, a war of revenge for the mestizos sacrificed and for the fate of their own Bond. “So, Warrior,” Aiden said, his voice now cold and firm, the Alpha at war taking command. “The hunt begins in the Southern territory. Time is our only currency.” And I knew that well.

A ruler whose own men had already begun the quiet work of replacing him, the way men who don't appreciate a working system become feral when it no longer favoured their barbarity. Sent to a war he was never to come back from, he left his heart behind and they crushed and murdered it before his arrival. The loss rebuilt his reasoning. Never to play with that which he had given his heart to. To cherish and hold dear if he were ever given the chance at love once again. Reader, we are simply three men who died and did not finish dying. We are faster than what we look like. We are stronger. We live with power that seemed unshakable but there is a deeper story underneath.

They stood in rolls and colons. "We are on earth. My father's wish was to rule the Earth but it didn't come to pass. As his son and the rightful heir to the throne, I'll make sure I fulfill every of his wish. We must find the lost blood. I know it's hard but, we must. She's the only way we can live normally and come out under the sun. Once it's sundown, go and find the lost blood. Bring her to me alive" "Yes Master!" They chorused.

Alec argued. “Yes you’re right there… you had the throne of Asteria, I couldn’t fight over it with you because it was already your birthright”. Alex said. “But when it comes to Daniel, I would fight with you for him. There’s no birthright to love”. Alex added. “I’m glad you’re admitting it, but let’s play a fair game”. Alec brought out his hand for a handshake. “Whoever loses gets to stay away”. Alec added. “I won’t promise I would play a fair game, but let the games begin”. Alex took the handshake his brother offered to form a pact.

She stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, looking lost in thought and not moving. The old me would probably have been on edge, my fingers trembling in an unbearable mix of hope and heartbreak. I would have been suffocating from the bitter feeling of knowing the girl I cared about with all my heart was still hung up on another guy. But now, the feeling wasn't as strong. I didn't want to watch them, so I followed Samuel and his friends to the card table. A few rounds in, I had lost a decent amount of cash. Irritated, I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway for a smoke.

The bees might have stung, but I was the bear, and my wrath was a storm they would never forget. The stench of gunpowder and sweat assailed me as I burst through the shattered remains of the warehouse door. Inside, it was pandemonium. My warehouse, once a well-oiled machine of darkness and efficiency, was now a scene ripped straight from the inferno of my nightmares. The air crackled with the staccato bark of gunfire, the deafening roar punctuated by the guttural grunts of men in brutal hand-to-hand combat. My men, loyal wolves clad in black, battled in a whirlwind of fists and blades against Mikhail's swarm of insects – mercenaries known for their ruthless efficiency and venomous sting.

" Anastasia ignored Davis's calls and walked to the laundry room. She groaned at the amount of dirty clothes she has to wash. "Seriously!" |•THE COUNCIL ROOM•| "Spies have seen invaders trying to break through the borderlands." Columbus, the Grand Duke said, staring deep at Prince Kai as he played with the gold bar in his hands. "When is this?" Prince Kai asked, leaning back on his royal seat. "This very morning and speaking of borderlands, My prince, the Killians are trying claim it." Grand Duke answered. "Claim it?"

' asks jessica in an impolite tone. 'I didn't die dear, I was killed by the wolves.' says the late princess. 'Why?' she asks again. 'Power. There was a war for the throne and my brother was not used to being defeated. He allied with the wolves and they attacked me and said the world that I had normal death due to my age.' 'But weren't you greedy?' I ask confused. 'Yes, I was greedy for power. I needed a loyal supporter by my side so I asked Fiona to return but I never knew that would put an end to her beautiful life' said the late princess with guilt.

It burns my tongue, my throat, then settles in my stomach like a hot stone. Warmth radiates out. My pulse steadies. The edges of the room sharpen. Morwen leans on the table opposite me, arms folded, face as closed as ever. Only her eyes betray anything—regret, maybe. Resignation. “Once,” she says quietly, “long before you were called Lilah, long before Ronan wore this face, there was a war.” There’s always a war, I think, but I bite my tongue. “Our kind had grown careless,” she continues. “Territories bloated, borders stretched thin. Humans were restless. Rogues multiplied in shadows. The Goddess sent warnings. Signs. Dreams. Most were ignored.”

“We go forward. We find our mother’s secrets. We learn why this prophecy birthed three, and who waits beyond the veil. And when they come again… we’ll be waiting.” The valley quieted. The bond between us pulsed strong. Kayel lifted his blade, dusk glittering on its edge. Bianca’s aura shimmered silver. Azelia inhaled, firm. I drew a breath, feeling the three hearts beating, one purpose, to reclaim, to protect, to remember. Above us, the moon broke free. Its light bathed the valley, crisp and cleansing. The war had truly begun. And now, with three hearts to beat, we would no longer be fragments of power.