Novel & Cerita War Of Lost Hearts Series

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

“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.”

for some reason, she took it down and folded it into the bottom of the suitcase. Not for the past. But because she knew: Graves wouldn't want to open up. But maybe—maybe she understood what it felt like when your body betrays what your soul still clings to. One last item: a small, leather-bound notebook, corners worn. She wrote the first new line: "This won't just be healing. This will be war. But I won't give up." She zipped the bag shut. Tomorrow, it begins. And from then on, nothing would ever be the same.

A baby was lost, and another born. Her eyes went to Sigrid, who had been met by Dan, the two exchanging embraces and kisses, and her sister vampire’s fingers in her mate’s curly hair as they talked intently. She saw Sigrid’s eyes scan the room and see her, her expression becoming grim. She said something to Dan and stepped away, crossing to squat in front of Meguitte and grip her wrists as she looked up at her intently. “It is time, sister,” she said in a tone of voice that would be inaudible to a human. “This town is lost. This war is lost. We must flee to places of safety.”

The floorboards creaked beneath his weight. The storm outside intensified. Rain hammered against the windows. Creating the strange feeling that the entire world had narrowed to this one conversation. This one moment. Finally, Charles stopped beside the fireplace. His gaze drifted toward the portrait of himself and Richard hanging above it. For the first time, genuine emotion appeared on his face. Regret. "I loved my brother." The confession surprised everyone. Including Damian. Because nothing in the story so far suggested love. Only betrayal. Only disappearance. Only silence. Charles continued staring at the portrait.

"He’s controlling everyone. If those golden hearts are all over the world, then the war is already over. We lost." "No," I said. I stood up on the floating wood, my legs feeling strong for the first time in hours. The revenge in my heart was no longer about the Board or the Eye. It was about the man who had abandoned us to play with people’s lives like they were toys. "We haven't lost. He thinks he’s won because he has the power. But he doesn't have the key."

—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?

We ran together through the carnage. Thunder rippled above us as the rain fell harder, stinging my eyes and impeding my footfalls on the slickened ground. All around us, wolves from Grandbay and Eastpeak clashed with wolves from Dalesbloom and the insidious Inkscale dragons. Catrina tore into my packmate Philip. Oslo was locked in battle with David. Aislin and Niko savaged Lothair, and even Everett had joined the fray, holding two dragons at bay alongside three Mythguard humans.

The silence that followed was absolute, the golden icon on Marcus’s tablet turning a steady, dark gray as the final engine’s frequency was entirely integrated into Laila’s soul. She turned to face Kaden, her obsidian eyes softening just a fraction as the blackness receded, leaving her gray irises rimmed with a thin, permanent ring of silver fire. She looked at her brother, who was smiling through his tears, and then at Marcus and Silas, who were standing with their weapons lowered, their faces pale in the dawn light that was starting to filter through the upper stairs. The war for the Hearts was over. The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost.

I felt my own eyes burning already. "Monica. I spent three years building a life around you without ever really seeing you. I mistook comfort for love and silence for peace and I built us a beautiful cage and called it a marriage. I lost you because I never learned how to actually stay — not just physically in the same building, but actually present, actually known, actually there." He paused, and his voice caught. "And then I lost you completely, and in the losing, I finally learned what staying actually means."