War Of Lost Hearts Series Novels & Stories

Juѕt rеmеmbеr how wе all lоvе you ѕо vеrу muсh. He leaned іn аnd рullеd me іn сlоѕе. “I knоw, Iz, today has ѕhоwn mе a lоt. I guеѕѕ thе wаrреd vіеw I hаd inside mу head was just ѕоmеthіng I’d got соndіtіоnеd to оvеr the years. Thе things he wоuld ѕау аnd thе looks hе wоuld gіvе mе. I’ve nеvеr ѕееn ѕuсh hаtrеd іn one реrѕоn’ѕ eyes.”

Maybe he does feel a little guilty about Corina's childish pranks towards me? "You ready for today's lessons?" Brixtius asks Eurydice. "Oh, yes, Papa!" She squeals with unabashed excitement. "Today, we will discuss the warriors who were inside the Trojan horse and the overall meaning behind the Trojan War." I stop breathing. Just hearing about the Trojan War being studied as a history lesson breaks something in me.

"What's going to happen to you if you never find a mate? What if you never ever get your wolf then?" My steps faltered, my heart beating hard as terror clawed at my throat. I'd tried not to think about that but this fear was never too far from the surface. I'd imprinted on Cairh since I was seven, he was supposed to trigger my first shift tonight on my eighteenth birthday but now he'd rejected me and took someone else... what if my wolf was lost to me forever?! Seeing me dumbfounded, Lisa finally let out a winning smile. There was none of that loathing that used to be in her eyes when she looked at me. She may have lost Cairh to her friend, but she was happy as long as it wasn't to me.

I can’t remember our pack ever going to war with any other packs except rogues, and even then, we only fought when they attacked us in our own home. “We did what had to be done. All is fair in war, and in war, one side must lose for the victor to emerge. They’ve already caused us so much, it’s only right we repay the favour twice as blunt,” another man spoke, and the rest of the people grunted in approval.

Xavier thought for a while. "Unfortunately, after The War, a lot of books and manuscripts were burnt. But I will see if there are any books in our mansion," he offered. Erica quizzed, "You keep saying, The War. What is this?" Xavier shook his head and sighed, "The Rosamond and Merek you are speaking of, were not only known for their bravery and their strong reign but also because it was at this time when a massive war had broken out. The book I have is a rewritten, albeit an old version, journaling a supposedly detailed account of this war. But I think the part which involved mages were omitted tactfully, giving us a much cleaner and less brutal and complicated picture of what happened. Due

He tightened his arm around Erriene’s waist and rested the other across his back with his palm at the back of his head and his fingers buried in those silver white tresses that he missed so much. Erriene laid his head against Alarick’s chest, no doubt hearing his fast beating heart. But it doesn’t matter right now. He wants Erriene to hear it. To know that he can make the barbarian warlord’s heart beat rapidly like this. Erriene can make him feel alive, and he can also take away his will to live with just a look, a word. Alarick felt like a wound had just healed inside him. This was right. Everything was perfect now.

The fields were nothing but filled with the remains of the dead men who invaded the Ciphers’ defenses, some got separated from their torsos, some have lost their heads, and some were completely smashed into pieces that one could not recognize anymore. One would be left with trauma seeing this gruesome phenomenon, even I, the author of this book would want to heave. This was indeed a large bloody porridge for anthropophagi, but not for those who would want their tongues clean. Zhackary and the rest of his team spent their night to find Keisha’s body among the fields filled with corpses from tonight’s activity. The stench of death ruined their noses and it drove them sick.

Of his warriors standing at a distance, reading the temperature of it. The two years settled over him without announcement — every early morning in the Stonehaven war room, every crisis she had reached before he could, the ring in the back of his desk drawer where he had left it twice. He remembered the second time most clearly. The box open on the kitchen table, the light coming in wrong, some quality of the morning making everything feel like a question he didn't know how to answer. He had closed it, left it in the drawer, told himself it wasn't the right time. Maya had always lived in the part of him he'd kept separate, even in the years she was gone. He had hurt Celeste with that. He was

she said, giving her a hug, which the woman reciprocated at once. They went back into the hall, and after about three hours of back and forth and numerous counting, Levi was finally announced as the winner. Levi did not waste time as he fired his uncle on the spot for betraying him. "You think this is the end?" Eleanor came to Lila and Levi as they stood together. "Oh my goodness, it's cute that you think this is the end. I mean, you pissed off one of the most influential men in this region, and you think this is the end?"

Her heart hammered with a thousand unspoken words as the hands closed around her, rough and insistent. For a heartbeat she looked back at the faces she loved: Santos’s wild hope, Andros’s trembling hands, Enzo’s silent plea, Diego’s rage, Asher’s anguish. She saw them all—saw the helplessness and love shining in their eyes—and her soul reached out to them in a silent promise: I am brave, I am still yours, and I will not give in. She clung to the feel of the ring on her finger, a talisman of belonging, pressing it into her palm as if she could carry their loyalty with her. Even as it slipped away, left behind in the sand, she felt the ache of loss—not just for herself, but for the innocence t