War Of Lost Hearts Series Novels & Stories

And the world would feel her wrath. But the war, the new, more dangerous war, was not a war of power or of ambition. It was a war of the heart, a war of the soul, a war of a love that was a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality. Amara, a sovereign, a mother, a ghost from the past, was a woman who had found a new purpose, a new meaning, a new reason to live. But the ghost of her past, a King, a lover, a man who had taken a bullet for her, was a constant, terrifying presence in her life. The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality.

I whispered into his ears, a vow that I would lose my life to keep. Behind us Ethan let out a weak wheezing breath as the shackles fall away, he looks at us with his eyes closed. “About damn time, Kieran,” he mutters before losing consciousness. I hold Ronan tighter, feeling his heart against mine. The war against the Elders wasn't over, the threat of the truck wasn't gone for good. But as I looked at him, I knew one thing for sure, my wolf has its soul back and I would kill anyone who tried to take it away from us.

He stroke my hand "At first I didn't like you but I realise I started to open my heart slowly but then Dean come and then the worse is Jake come to you." "After that you said to me that you will stop, I was hoping that you still fight for me because you almost there. Everything you do, I always watch it from distance. Even Lia once caught me." He said and that made me looked at him "Lia?" "Yeah, she once caught me watching you at the library. Putting back books back to their place." He said and that made me silent

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare. Julia’s eyes widened in fear—escape impossible. “Uhm?” Olivia’s gaze slowly rose to meet Julia’s. “What just happened, Julia?” She asked and took a step forward, and Julia mirrored her movement, taking a step back. Olivia moved forward again, and Julia retreated, her back hitting the wall. “You want me to fall and die…” Julia slowly sank to her knees, her hands dropping from her abdomen as she instinctively raised them to shield her face, anticipating the blow since Olivia’s arms were already rising, ready to strike—and harder than before.

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”

ARWYN My body was pressed against another, radiating warmth that made me reluctant to wake, hoping to prolong the blissful sorcery enveloping me. My lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar sight of books and towering shelves—I was still in the library. Surprisingly, I remembered the conversation I was having with Jagger about the dragons and Thrystan's brother, Nerys, whom I accidentally killed two years ago in the Spire. That mission haunted me for months, rendering me unable to function properly. I could only imagine how Thrystan must have felt, losing his older brother to such a horrible death.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

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.

His men, either dead or begging for mercy, were bound and left as offerings to the shadows. The victory, though costly, was mine. But as I surveyed the ruins of my warehouse, the metallic tang of blood replaced by the bittersweet scent of victory, a cold truth chilled me. This was just the beginning. The bees were a mere pawn, a sacrifice in a larger game. The true enemy, the king of this venomous hive, still awaited my reckoning. As my men secured the warehouse, I stood amidst the carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and spent gunpowder. My gaze, cold and calculating, swept over the scene, a silent promise to those who dared to defy me.