War Of Lost Hearts Series Novels & Stories

I pull him forward as a group of rowdy boys try to slide by on the sidewalk, one of them eyes Christian up with a double glance and blushes as he moves on. “Nothing to lose, except maybe your heart.” He winks happily, oblivious to the passing “hotty” and I eye roll, knowing it’s unlikely anytime soon. To lose your heart you need to have gotten it back first, so that it can let someone else have it, and mine is still most definitely in the tightly gripped hands of one sandy-haired, hazel-eyed, heartbreaker of a Carrero.

I ask, though my mind is reeling from all the new information he’s just given me. “The A****n’s.” He confirms with a nod. “A group of extremely strong, fierce women warriors. For a while, they died out. It was harder for them to exist, without their Queen, who was killed in a battle. But some of them clung on, and eventually, they connected with you. From what I understand, you were fascinated with their leader at the time, leading to a partnership. Her name was Katherine, and she displayed great strength and a yearning for power. She was one of your biggest worshipers, fascinated with magic and the power it could bring. She passed, eventually, and there have been many leaders since then. Th

They kept their eyes wide open, looking like a savage hawk, ready to attack any signs of malice. For a moment, they were silent, craning their neck now and then. It was until Marjorie cleared her throat did silence was destroyed. “You know, with everything that’s going on, I see no doubt that the death rate will mount. Wars put scars on both sides. It’s a never-ending cycle of revenge. Those who win weren’t victorious. They were just strong enough to squash the losers.” Marjorie clenched her fist on her spear. “But there’s bound to be a survivor on the losing team. The spirit of vengeance will make them stronger, eviler. It’s no doubt that while hatred exists, war will continue to prosper, c

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

“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.

And then, she saw another somewhat familiar name. “Duke Liam Almandine marched to the South with Archmage Heinrich Hyacinth... and the Army of Lycans.” She mumbled the names, she voiced her suspicions. “Liam...” A sliver of thought passed her mind. That coffee cup... She focused back on the book and read the story through the night. She finished the book at three in the morning, thanks to her talent for fast reading. In the last chapter, the Villain won the war. He killed everyone. He killed the two main characters, but Harriet weirdly felt that wasn’t the important thing here.

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

The Middle Ages was notorious for the One- Hundred Years War and The Black Death. The fairies would dump me in a middle of a war on the eve of the Bubonic Plague! And bumping into the twin of my two previous lovers, I was most assuredly up the river without a paddle! I continue cleaning the saddle until I was pleased with my work, placing the gleaming tack back on the pommel horse, and leaving the barn to find Sir Hubert. First, I visit his office and discover the room is empty. Next, I go to the training yard, and

" Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head. The scream of a lady. A fighter going down on his knees. It was an already lost war. I gasped and staggered back. Damon took hold of my wrist. "Hey, Melissa! What's the matter? With blurred eyesight, I gripped his arm. "These souls—they're more than just spirits." I trembled when I spoke. They resembled us. Warriors from earlier cycles. Damon tightened his jaw. "Then they didn't succeed." The closest lost soul screamed, its voice twisted in agony. "We tried, but we failed."

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.