War Of Lost Hearts Novels & Stories

Unbreakable. The heirs had chosen. And they chose peace. The energy spread across the battlefield. Like sunlight after a storm. The fighting stopped. The hatred faded. The fear weakened. For the first time in years— The wolves remembered what they were fighting for. Home. Family. Love. Magnus staggered backward. His army breaking around him. His supporters abandoning him. His war was over. His dream had failed. And for the first time— The warlord looked afraid. Liam rose slowly.

The real trouble was her growing closeness with Ryan. Her greed knew no bounds; she wanted both men by her side. Caleb was her first love, and she enjoyed being the woman he could never forget. She loved knowing that even after all those years, his feelings for her had never changed. Ryan was her loyal knight. With one word from her, he would walk through fire and fight anyone in her name, but games like that were always doomed to end. In the end, Olivia was destined to lose them both. When I thought of the lawsuit back home, I asked my father to let me return.

“Seriously, man? You can’t honestly want the fuckboy of Arcadia anywhere near Kaia. I sure as hell don’t want him near Zoe.” Diego looks at me, a strange mix of anger and heartbreak on his face. “No, Li. I don’t feel the same way.” His eyes flash before he tamps it down. But it lingers in his voice. “Twenty years ago, we fought a fucking war because one asshole couldn’t accept his mate. “It ended alright because you and Bhakti got Sandra. But that homophobic jackass killed his male mate, slaughtered a group of rouges, and started a civil war—because he couldn’t accept the gift the Goddess gave him.

Killian turned to me, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me hard—urgent, claiming, terrified. “Live for me, Aria.” My heart cracked open. “Come back to me,” I whispered. He pulled away reluctantly, eyes burning. “Always.” Then he shifted—massive jet-black fur, glowing red eyes—and sprinted toward the northern gates with a roar that shook the stone beneath my feet. The war had begun. And the prophecy of the Lost Heir… Had just awakened. Aria’s POV

And in our way to their safe place, max asked me about how we could survive all these days - it was hard at first, but I didn't want to spend any day away from you, so I decided to find a way to come back to you, and thanks to my new friends, I'm here because of them, but what happen to our city? - it's because that man, he's stronger than we thought, it's not like any normal fight, it's a war... - so what do we have to do? - We need to fight - how? - we building a new army - you wanna make a war? - it is a war, and if we don't do anything to stop it, we will lose everything - there's must be another way - there's no other way I wasn't afraid of the war that will come to us soon, I was afrai

—First, I took one of yours at a time, and then I checkmated the queen. I knew exactly who he was talking about. —And I’m sure Vicente was the one who gave you that beating. —He wasn’t going to let it slide. I could’ve fought back, but I wanted to let him vent, since I broke his little girl’s heart. Nothing fairer than that, don’t you think? —Do you realize that now you’ve put our family at war? Bryan looked at me, surprised by the seriousness in my voice. —But aren’t you the one who isn’t afraid of a Rivera?

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu

You were supposed to be mine, not his and I won't give up without a fight. You're mine Faith My love My lust My obsession. I am ruthless I am merciless I am the devil himself I will burn the world I will murder anyone who comes in my way but I won't let a flame, a touch of pain reach a single hair on my wife's body. SHE IS MINE! And I won't give up without a fight Atlas Williams Atlas's POV (Before the truth came out. This is one of the scenes where Atlas still accused Faith. And this scene is before Melissa became Pregnant).

But now, finally, I was learning to live without constant battles. "Was it worth it?" Heron asked one evening. "Twenty-five years of campaigns and causes?" "Yes. Absolutely. But I'm also glad it's over. Someone else's turn to fight now." "What about Morrison? Do you think about him?" "Not anymore. He's been dead over twenty years. His revenge failed. The foundation he inadvertently created has helped hundreds of people. That's complete victory. No need to keep fighting his ghost." "Just living well?" "Exactly. Living well. That's always been the best response."

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.