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The God of War Calen Storm Mission Begin
Helena smiled in satisfaction, swirling the deep crimson wine in her glass before setting it down with deliberate grace. The warm glow of the chandelier overhead bathed the opulent chamber in golden light, reflecting off the polished mahogany table. The air carried the scent of aged oak and candle wax, mingling with the subtle spice of her drink. Tonight was a night of triumph.She turned to Evan, her sharp blue eyes gleaming like cut sapphires in the dim light. There was a knowing confidence in her gaze, a silent proclamation of their inevitable victory."Now then, my dear," she began smoothly, her voice as rich as the wine she had just savored. "You should prepare yourself. In two days, your wedding with Lila will finally take place."Evan’s smirk widened, his fingers idly drumming against the armrest of his chair. The firelight cast shifting shadows over his face, but the satisfaction in his expression was unmistakable."Everything is ready?" he asked, his tone casual, but beneath
The God of War Calen Storm The Wedding
Two days later, the Drake and Frost families were fully prepared. The estate hummed with restless energy as servants bustled through the grand halls, their arms laden with silk drapes, fresh roses, and trays of fine silverware. The scent of jasmine and myrrh hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of candle wax as golden chandeliers were polished to perfection. Outside, the chapel stood in resplendent glory, its tall stained-glass windows catching the afternoon sun, spilling a kaleidoscope of colors across the velvet-lined pews. Every detail had been arranged with precision—this was to be a wedding that would be remembered for generations.Yet, in the quiet of the bridal chamber, away from the grandeur, Lila sat unmoving. The mirror before her reflected a vision of ethereal beauty—her wedding gown, a masterpiece of ivory lace and pearls, clung to her form like a whisper of moonlight. Her golden hair was woven into intricate braids, adorned with delicate crystal pins, and a veil
The God of War Calen Storm Refuses
The grand chapel was filled with noblemen, high-ranking officials, and esteemed guests, all seated in anticipation of the momentous union between the Drake and Frost families. The flickering candlelight cast golden hues across the towering stained-glass windows, illuminating the aisle adorned with white roses and silk ribbons. A soft murmur ran through the crowd as they waited, eyes shifting toward the massive wooden doors that remained stubbornly closed.At the front of the chapel, Evan Drake stood tall, dressed in an elegant black and silver suit, the embroidery on his lapels gleaming under the soft light. He was the very image of a perfect groom—calm, composed, and radiating confidence.But beneath that composed exterior, impatience stirred.His hands curled into fists at his sides as he glanced toward the entrance, his jaw tightening. Lila should have been here by now. The ceremony should have started. Yet, the doors remained shut, and time dragged on like a slow-moving tide.The
The God of War Calen Storm Runaway Bride
Marylin’s heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors as she strode down the long, dimly lit corridor toward Lila’s chamber. The sconces lining the walls flickered with candlelight, casting elongated shadows that danced with her every step. The silk of her emerald gown whispered against the cold stone, but her expression remained as unmoving as carved granite. Each step was deliberate, each breath measured. She had spent years ensuring this moment would come to fruition—there was no room for hesitation now.The moment she reached the heavy wooden door, she lifted her hand and knocked firmly."Lila," she called, her voice smooth but commanding. "Open the door."Silence greeted her. Not even the rustle of fabric or the quiet shifting of feet could be heard from within.Her brows furrowed. She knocked again, harder this time, the sound reverberating down the corridor. "Lila, enough of this nonsense. It’s time."Still no response.A flicker of unease crept into her chest. Mar
The God of War Calen Storm Go! Now!
Lila slipped through the open window, her breath hitching as the cool night air wrapped around her like an omen. The scent of damp earth and distant rain clung to the wind, but she barely noticed. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out every other sound. The moment her feet hit the ground, a sharp jolt ran up her legs, but she had no time to care.She gathered the heavy skirts of her wedding gown, the delicate lace catching on the rough stone as she stumbled forward. The cumbersome fabric clung to her, dragging against her every move, but she refused to let it slow her down. She ran.Each step was a fight—her satin-clad feet slipping against the uneven cobblestone, her heeled shoes threatening to twist her ankles with every hurried stride. The sharp clack of her heels against the ground echoed in the quiet courtyard, far too loud in the silence of the night. She winced but didn't stop.Every second counted.If she hesitated, even for a moment, they would find her.She didn’t want
The God of War Calen Storm Rejected
Calen turned on his heel without another word, his steps firm and resolute. He didn’t spare her a second glance, didn’t hesitate. He simply walked away.Lila’s heart lurched in her chest. She had never seen him like this—so distant, so utterly unmoved. The Calen she knew would have never turned his back on her."Calen!" she called, desperation creeping into her voice. "Don’t you dare walk away from me!"But he didn’t stop.The weight of rejection settled in her stomach like a stone, cold and unbearable. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had imagined him staring at her in shock, yes—maybe even in anger—but not this quiet, devastating dismissal.Whispers rose around her like a tide."Is that Lila Frost?" someone murmured."Shouldn’t she be at her wedding?""Why is she here… with him?""And he just—left her?"Soft chuckles turned into hushed laughter. A few soldiers smirked, shaking their heads as if they had just witnessed the most amusing spectacle of the night."Lila Frost, r
The God of War Calen Storm Don’t Try Anything
"Where was she?"Marylin’s voice was cold, sharp as a blade slicing through the tension in the air. Her grip tightened around the powder puff, her knuckles paling with the force of her anger. Her eyes—steely and unforgiving—cut through the gathered attendants, daring one of them to speak.One of the maids, a trembling young woman with wide, fearful eyes, stepped forward. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her apron as if trying to steady herself."She went to the military barracks, My Lady."For a moment, silence.Then, Marylin’s head snapped toward the maid, her face twisting in barely contained fury."What did you just say?" she hissed, her voice dangerously low.The air in the room grew thick, suffocating. No one dared to breathe too loudly. The maid visibly shrank under Marylin’s glare, but there was no escaping now."L-Lady Lila ran to the barracks…" she stammered. "She sought out Calen Storm."Marylin’s breath hitched. Her nostrils flared, her perfectly painted lips pres
The God of War Calen Storm Going to Slaughterhouse
Calen stormed into his quarters, slamming the door shut behind him. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The encounter with Lila still burned in his mind, and it wasn’t just frustration that gnawed at him—it was sheer disbelief.What the hell was she thinking?He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. If anyone had seen that moment from the wrong angle, if the wrong rumor had started, if just one noble had whispered the wrong thing—he wouldn’t be preparing for a mission tonight. He’d be facing execution.Did Lila not understand that?Did she really believe that after everything—after years of silence, after the betrayal, after her family had nearly orchestrated his death—he would still be the fool who would drop everything and run away with her?Calen let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head.No. That part of him had died long ago.The same night he had barely escaped with his life. The same night the Frost family had proven that, to them, he was n
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Their Glances
A collective gasp echoed through the vast marble walls. The air grew colder.Queen Elara Wynn, still standing beneath the moonlit floral arch, brought a graceful hand to her lips, her violet eyes wide with alarm.“No… this can’t be…” she whispered, her voice soft, trembling ever so slightly. Her gown rippled as she took a step forward, surrounded by her attendants and Seraphina. Though her movements were measured and poised, her expression displayed a perfect image of shock and deep concern — the flawless composure of a queen trying to maintain dignity in the midst of sudden tragedy.“Get him to a bedchamber, now!” barked one of the Aerondale officers.Vynorian and Aerondale guards began barking conflicting orders, scrambling to coordinate. Seraphina raised her voice above the chaos, commanding Vynorian troops to secure the hall and allow no one in or out. Her eyes were sharp, calculating — already considering the implications.As King Ashford was gently lifted and carried out under h
The Grand Engagement
The grand hall of the Vynorian palace had been transformed into a breathtaking vision — draped in rich silks the color of twilight and gold, lit by hundreds of floating lanterns that shimmered like stars trapped beneath the ceiling. Musicians tuned their instruments in the distance, and servants moved swiftly in preparation for the royal betrothal feast.But before the hall filled with guests, Calen Storm was already inside.He moved in silence, his eyes sharp and focused, scanning each archway, each shadowed alcove, each decorative column. His soldiers — handpicked for their loyalty and precision — moved with him, checking for hidden weapons, suspicious devices, or signs of infiltration.No detail was too small.He examined the elevated platform where King Ashford and Queen Elara Wynn would sit side by side. He checked behind the tapestries, beneath the long banquet tables, and even instructed two men to sweep the rafters above.That was when he heard the voice behind him."General S
The Storm is Coming
Queen Elara Wynn sat motionless before the grand mirror in her private dressing chamber, a room bathed in the soft golden glow of oil lamps. Her gown shimmered like moonlight on water — layers of silver and pale blue silk that cascaded like waves down her form. Her attendants had outdone themselves; no queen had ever looked more regal.And yet, her expression was stone.Her eyes, sharp and resolute, stared back at her reflection — not with vanity, but with grim contemplation. This is it, she thought. The first step into the unknown. The beginning of a very dangerous game.The heavy silence was broken by the soft creak of the door. Seraphina entered, cloaked in midnight blue, flanked by two women in sleek armor — the silent generals of Vynoria, loyal only to their queen. She approached quietly and leaned close, whispering something directly into Elara’s ear.Elara gave a slow, imperceptible nod."I need to speak with the High Priestess," Elara said aloud, rising from her seat.Seraphina
Bitterness is All I Have
Queen Elara’s smile returned to its formal calm as the ceremonial greetings ended.“Seraphina,” she said softly, yet clearly, her voice echoing with quiet command. “Please escort His Majesty and his entourage to their chambers. Ensure they are well taken care of. The soldiers may rest in the prepared barracks. Tonight, we celebrate.”Seraphina bowed her head slightly. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”King Ashford offered a satisfied grin. “Then I shall look forward to this evening. I expect a celebration worthy of a union between kingdoms.”Queen Elara’s expression didn’t falter. “I believe you will find it… unforgettable.”She stepped back slowly, preparing to leave the grand hall. “Until tonight, King Ashford,” she said with a soft, final nod.But just before turning completely, her gaze shifted once more.Not to the king.Not to Seraphina.But to Calen Storm.It was quick, fleeting — yet unmistakable.Her eyes lingered for just a heartbeat too long. Something unreadable passed through
First Meeting
As the first blush of dawn lit the sky in soft hues of gold and rose, the gates of the grand palace of Aerondale creaked open. Trumpets sounded low and regal as the royal procession assembled in the palace courtyard, bathed in the ethereal light of morning. Servants bustled about, tightening saddle straps, checking the gilded wheels of carriages, and ensuring the safety of the heavy, ornate chests filled with gifts fit for a queen.Silks from the East, goldwork from the southern isles, precious gems from Aerondale’s mines—all stacked neatly inside lavishly decorated palanquin, carried by eight men each. These were no mere tributes—they were trophies, flaunting Aerondale’s wealth and power, meant to impress and overwhelm.General Calen Storm sat astride his dark warhorse at the front, armor polished to a mirror sheen, his crimson cloak trimmed in gold fluttering lightly behind him in the wind. His gaze was sharp, scanning the horizon even before the gates had fully opened. He felt the
Secret Plan
As the King turned to give further instructions to his advisors, Calen’s sharp eyes flicked toward General Evan Drake. The man stood there, composed, ever the image of a loyal officer. But there was something in his smile—too calm, too gracious—that set off alarms in Calen’s mind.He volunteered too quickly, Calen thought. Evan Drake doesn’t offer support unless there’s something in it for him.Their eyes met across the courtyard. Evan’s lips curled slightly into a knowing smirk, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the expression of a man offering support—it was the expression of someone who had just moved a piece on a hidden chessboard.Calen narrowed his eyes but said nothing. The King had already given his decree. There was no room for protest. Whatever Evan was planning, Calen would have to remain vigilant and trust no one but the men he commanded himself.After the formalities concluded, Calen excused himself from the gathering and made his way to the military wing of the palace. Ther
Jealousy
The sound of wood cracking echoed sharply through the stone corridors of the eastern wing of Aerondale’s military citadel.General Evan Drake stood in his office, his chest heaving, the splinters of a shattered goblet strewn across the floor. The heavy oak table bore a fresh dent from the force of his fist. Papers were scattered—battle plans, intelligence reports, diplomatic records—all now forgotten in the wake of the news that had just reached him.The sharp crack of wood splitting echoed through the stone walls of the eastern military wing as General Evan Drake slammed his fist onto the desk, sending a crystal decanter crashing to the ground. The wine seeped into war maps and strategy scrolls, now forgotten.“He succeeded?” Evan spat, disbelief lacing every word. “Calen Storm succeeded?”His aide stood stiffly by the door, unsure if he should speak. “Yes, General. The Queen of Vynoria has accepted King Ashford’s proposal. The message came directly from General Storm himself. The Ki
The Prize
The morning sun was just beginning to rise over Rivermore as Calen Storm and his two captains, Aldric and Edric, mounted their horses at the palace gates. The crisp air carried the scent of damp earth from the previous night's rain, and the roads glistened faintly with lingering moisture. The three warriors sat tall in their saddles, their cloaks billowing slightly in the cool breeze.The grand city of Rivermore stretched behind them, its towering spires and intricate bridges casting long shadows in the morning light. They had spent weeks within its walls, navigating the careful dance of diplomacy and observation, yet now they were finally departing. The news they carried would change the course of two nations.As they rode through the outskirts of the city, past fields and quiet hamlets still shrouded in early morning mist, Aldric was the first to break the silence. “I still can’t believe Queen Elara agreed to the proposal so easily,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I expected more r
The Guilt
Calen Storm stood tall in the dimly lit chamber, his piercing gaze shifting between his two trusted captains—Aldric and Edric. Their expressions were serious, awaiting his command.“If the queen continues to stall, we must push her,” Calen stated firmly, his voice low yet filled with authority. “We cannot allow her to buy more time. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp. Observe everything—her movements, the council’s meetings, anything unusual.”Aldric and Edric exchanged brief nods before responding in unison. “Understood, General.”Calen studied them for a moment, then dismissed them with a wave of his hand. He trusted their skills—Aldric was resourceful, and Edric had an eye for the smallest details. If there was any information to uncover, they would find it.When they left, Calen exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his dark hair. He walked toward his bed, unfastening the belt that held his weapons before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His mind churned, trying to p
