War On Geminar Novels & Stories

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death. “The Red Moon Pack started this war.” His jaw clenched, muscles tightening beneath his skin. When he spoke again, his voice was iron sharpened into a blade. “I will finish it.” The silence that followed didn’t feel empty. It felt doomed. … The guards at the Crimson Blood Pack gates bowed instantly… heads dropping so fast the wind of their movement brushed the air. “Luna,” they muttered in unison as they motioned sharply for the gates to open. The massive iron doors groaned apart.

Something so valuable, so tempting, that even the most disciplined spy would have to act on it? I sat in my chambers, carefully drafting the document that would be my bait. It had to look authentic. Had to seem like genuine military intelligence. Important enough to be valuable, but not so obviously critical that its presence in an accessible location would seem suspicious. I settled on troop movements. *CONFIDENTIAL - MILITARY DEPLOYMENT* *Final conquest of Silverridge Pack scheduled for the new moon, three weeks hence. Primary force of 400 warriors to assault from the north. Secondary team of 150 to infiltrate via the eastern river approach.*

“Gemini is a gifted werewolf whose brother is a true alpha, one I have to work with in an upcoming battle. Having her is a power play that I just can’t quite afford to give up, and neither can you.” “And you are sure that is all she is to you?” he asks, needing to hear it one last time. My throat burns with the betrayal of my words that speak against my heart. “Gemini is nothing to me but a rare healer we need on our side.” I lie, the weight of it sitting sickly in my gut. “She is of use to me, that’s all.”