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The God of War Calen Storm Doubt
Calen returned to his room, his mind still struggling to process the incredible turn his life had taken in just a few days. From being the discarded and mocked man to now having a genuine opportunity to prove his worth and perhaps even claim a high position in the military. It felt surreal, as if everything he had known before was a distant memory.As he stood by the window, staring out into the vast grounds of the military camp, the sound of a knock on his door broke his concentration. He turned around, puzzled, and opened the door to find a servant standing there, holding a bundle of clothes and armor."Lord Storm," the servant said respectfully. "I have been sent by General Ironheart to deliver your new uniform and armor. You are to be ready for the upcoming examination."Calen nodded, taking the items with a soft thank you. As the servant left, Calen glanced down at the polished armor, his fingers brushing over the intricate design. He couldn't help but smile slightly. This was it
The God of War Calen Storm We’ll See
Calen stepped onto the training grounds, his new armor gleaming under the sunlight. It felt strange to him—wearing something so pristine, so dignified—when just days ago, he had been nothing more than a ridiculed outcast. The sturdy armor clung to him like a second skin, as if affirming his resolve. In his grip was his father’s sword, its familiar weight a constant reminder of the legacy he bore.The soldiers gathered, their chatter a mix of curiosity and excitement. Eyes turned to Calen, some in awe, others in skepticism. Whispers traveled quickly through the ranks.“Is that really him? He looks... different.”“Yeah, but armor doesn’t make a warrior. Let’s see how he fights.”Before anyone could dwell further, the sharp sound of a horn silenced the murmurs. A figure emerged onto the training platform—General Darius Kael, a commanding presence with a scar running down his cheek, a testament to countless battles. Known for his brutal training methods and his reputation as a fair but uny
The God of War Calen Storm Interesting
Calen stepped out from behind the cover of a barricade, his eyes locked on Evan. With a powerful burst of speed, he closed the distance, unleashing a fierce barrage of strikes. His sword danced in his hands, each swing filled with precision and strength. The force behind his blows made the air around them hum, forcing Evan to focus entirely on dodging.Evan, however, remained calm. He moved with practiced ease, his movements fluid and deliberate. Each attack Calen delivered was narrowly avoided, the blade missing him by inches. Evan smirked, his confidence building as he gradually gave ground, retreating further into the arena.Unbeknownst to Calen, Evan’s retreat was not random. He was leading Calen to a specific area of the arena—a section where the ground was lined with faintly glowing symbols. These symbols, part of an old military training mechanism, activated when pressure was applied, triggering a web of energy whips that lashed out violently at anything within range.Evan fina
The God of War Calen Storm What Are You?
Calen’s body seemed to pulse with an unearthly energy, arcs of electricity dancing along his arms and legs, crackling with raw power. His eyes glowed a piercing blue, filled with an intensity that sent shivers through the crowd. Even Evan, confident just moments ago, felt a pang of unease as he stared at the transformed Calen.“What… what are you?” Evan muttered under his breath, gripping his sword tightly.Calen advanced, his steps deliberate, the ground beneath him crackling faintly with each step. When he raised his sword, it seemed to hum with energy, its blade gleaming brighter than ever. With a sudden burst of speed, Calen launched himself at Evan, his strikes coming fast and powerful.Evan managed to parry, but the force behind each blow sent vibrations up his arms. Realizing he couldn’t outmatch Calen’s sheer power, he retreated, his mind racing for a plan. Then, he remembered—the underground trap. A cruel smile curled his lips as he ran, deliberately leading Calen toward the
The God of War Calen Storm The Dinner
Rumors spread like wildfire, and it wasn’t long before the Frost household was abuzz with whispers of the latest spectacle at the military training grounds. Lila sat stiffly in the sitting room, her hands clutching a teacup as her mind raced. The image of Calen—once dismissed as weak and unremarkable—standing victorious over Evan with power no one had expected haunted her. It wasn’t just the duel; it was the unanimous recognition from the military elites that had turned the tide of perception.“Lila, darling, this is becoming quite a problem,” Marylin said as she paced the room, her delicate face pinched with concern. “I never imagined Calen could rise this far. He was supposed to fade into obscurity, not outshine someone like Evan.”Lila put the cup down, her hands trembling slightly. “I… I don’t know what to think anymore, Mother. Evan was supposed to be my future, but now… Calen… He’s—” She hesitated, unsure how to express the storm of emotions inside her.“Enough of this nonsense!
The God of War Calen Storm Postpone The Wedding
The room fell silent, all eyes on Elijah. Reginald raised an eyebrow, curious but guarded. Helena’s smile faltered slightly, and Evan looked between the Frosts with mild apprehension.“What is it, Mr. Frost?” Reginald asked, his deep voice steady but edged with curiosity.Elijah exchanged a quick glance with Marylin before continuing. “As you’re aware, the recent training exercises have garnered significant attention, not just for our families but also among the public. While we remain deeply committed to the union of our families, Marylin and I believe it may be prudent to consider postponing the wedding.”The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Evan’s face fell, his eyes darting to Lila, who looked down at her plate, avoiding his gaze. Helena stiffened, her expression unreadable, while Reginald leaned back slightly, his brow furrowing in thought.“Postpone?” Helena repeated, her voice calm but
The God of War Calen Storm Big Mistake
Elijah stammered, his usual composure cracking under the weight of Helena’s words. "I—Reginald, you must understand... your family’s support has been a lifeline for us. Without Reginald’s investment in our shipping enterprise last year, we would have..." He trailed off, unable to voice the catastrophic outcome that had nearly befallen them.The Frosts’ shipping business, a cornerstone of their wealth and influence, had been saved by the Drakes during a financial crisis that threatened to sink them entirely. Without that support, not only would they have faced ruin, but they would also owe debts they could never repay.Helena’s eyes glinted coldly, her tone sharp. "You would have lost everything, Elijah. And now, after all we’ve done, you think you can treat my son like some passing suitor? Delay his rightful place beside your daughter as though he hasn’t earned it?"Reginald added, his voice steady but firm, "Evan
The God of War Calen Storm The Storm
The night was dark, the moon veiled behind thick, rolling clouds. Calen walked slowly through the narrow, uneven path leading to the cemetery, his steps heavy with exhaustion and the lingering pain in his injured leg. Each step reminded him of the duel with Evan Drake and the price he’d paid to prove himself.He clutched the hilt of his sword tightly—not as a weapon, but as a crutch to steady himself. This sword, once his father’s, had become his constant companion, a symbol of his unspoken promise to honor the name "Storm."Reaching the cemetery gates, he pushed them open with a creak. The air was cold, laden with the scent of rain, and the surrounding silence was broken only by the rustle of leaves in the growing wind. Calen made his way to the gravestone marked with his father’s name, its surface weathered by time.He knelt down, placing a hand on the stone. His heart ached as he stared at it, a million emotions surging through him. For a long moment, he stayed silent, letting the
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The Trial Begins
Morning arrived, bleak and merciless.Neither Calen nor Astra had found rest in the suffocating silence of their cells. The weight of their situation bore down on them like an unmovable stone.Astra curled into herself in the corner of her cell, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress. She stared blankly at the cold, uneven stone floor, her breath shallow. The reality of what awaited her was undeniable—she was nothing but a servant, and worse, a servant despised by Lila Frost.No one would defend her. No one would care if she perished.Calen, sitting opposite her in his own cell, hadn’t closed his eyes either. But his sleeplessness wasn’t due to fear—it was anger. His mind had been working through the night, unraveling the trap they had been caught in, dissecting the details of how Evan Drake had orchestrated this moment with such brutal precision.A sound broke the quiet—the clank of boots against stone.Astra lifted her head slightly, dread c
We’ll Survive
Astra’s quiet sobs filled the dimly lit prison chamber, her voice trembling with guilt. “If only I hadn’t drunk it… If only I had been more careful…”Her fingers gripped the cold iron bars separating them, her shoulders shaking as tears ran down her cheeks.Calen, sitting on the other side, exhaled sharply, his arms resting on his knees. He hated hearing her like this—so fragile, so broken."Enough," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Crying won’t change what’s already happened."Astra flinched, her breath hitching. "But—""Listen to me." Calen’s voice softened just a little. "This isn’t your fault. You were drugged, Astra. Whoever did this planned it down to the last detail. You couldn’t have stopped it."Astra bit her lip, guilt still clouding her expression. "But I—""But nothing," Calen cut in. He turned his head slightly, looking at her through the gaps in the bars. His gaze was steady, unwavering. "They wanted to ruin us. And they would have found another way even if this h
He’ll Be Begging to Dissappear
The accusations crashed down upon them like waves against jagged cliffs, unyielding, deafening, merciless."Liars! Deceivers!"The cries swelled, fueled by scandal and self-righteous outrage. The chapel’s once-sacred halls now echoed with venom, its walls pressing in like silent judges.Calen clenched his fists. It didn’t matter what he said. It didn’t matter what the truth was. The people had already chosen what they wanted to believe.His rank, his history, his victories in service—none of it meant anything here.And Astra…She was even more powerless.Just a servant. A shadow in a noble house. Someone to be spoken over, not listened to."Take them!"The order sliced through the air.The guards moved at once. Chains rattled. Hands seized his arms, fingers digging into his skin.Calen’s instincts screamed at him to fight back. But fighting would only seal his fate.With a sharp, piercing glare, he wrenched himself free."I will walk on my own," he declared, his voice cutting through
It’s a Perfect Trap
The moment Astra’s lips crashed against his, Calen nearly lost himself.It was different from before—this kiss was hungry, desperate, burning with something uncontrollable. Her fingers clutched at him, her body pressing closer, her heat seeping through his clothes.Damn it.He knew she wasn’t in her right mind, but gods, she was making it impossible to think.His hands instinctively found her bare shoulders, his fingers grazing over the fevered skin. Too warm. Too intoxicating. Too dangerous.Then Astra’s trembling hands slid lower, reaching for the last barrier of her clothing.And for a split second, Calen almost let her.But suddenly—Light flooded the chapel.A harsh, blinding glow filled the once-dark space, illuminating everything.And before either of them could react—A group of people burst into the room.Gasping. Murmuring. Judging.Calen froze in place, still holding Astra in his arms. Astra, whose shoulders were bare, whose body was flush against his, whose lips were still
She’s Tortured
Calen’s steps faltered as Astra’s voice, soft and trembling, reached his ears."You… you can’t take me back to the Frost estate right now," she murmured against his chest.His brows furrowed. "What? Why?"Astra hesitated, her breath uneven, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Shame colored her face as she struggled to get the words out."I… I think I drank something," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it’s making my body feel… strange."Calen stiffened. His grip on her remained firm, but his entire body tensed. "Astra," his voice was low, warning. "Don’t tell me you—"She shut her eyes tightly, unable to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt as if it were burning from the inside out, every nerve hypersensitive. It was humiliating. And yet, the unbearable heat wouldn’t stop.Then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached up—and pressed her lips against his.Calen’s breath hitched, his mind going blank for a moment as the unexpected w
Trapped
The chapel was silent.A hollow, breathless kind of silence.Calen stood near the altar, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. The tall stained-glass windows were nothing but dark outlines at this hour, their colorful depictions of saints and warriors now muted under the absence of daylight. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows along the stone walls, elongating the pews, distorting the space into something almost unreal.He exhaled slowly.Why had Astra asked him here?Of all places, this?The chapel was always empty at night. No guards. No servants. Just cold stone and lingering prayers. That was what made it both safe and dangerous at the same time.His brow furrowed as he recalled the letter.It had been so direct.Meet me tonight. At the chapel.Nothing more. No explanation. No pretense.That alone made him wary. Astra was a servant. She wasn’t reckless—she wouldn’t dare summon him like this unless it was something of gr
The Letters
Calen pushed open the door to his temporary quarters, a modest yet well-maintained room assigned to him after his placement was finalized. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of old parchment greeted him as he stepped inside, but his attention was immediately drawn to the neatly folded uniform laid out on the small desk near the window.His new uniform.His gaze shifted to the insignia resting beside it—Second Lieutenant.Calen exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.So, it was official.The rank still burned in his mind, a bitter reminder of what had been stolen from him. He should have been higher. Should have been more. But it was done. Complaining wouldn’t change anything."This is better than nothing," he muttered under his breath, trying to ground himself.He reached out, fingers brushing over the fine material of the coat. It was well-made, the fabric thick and sturdy—something meant for an officer, not just a common soldier. At the very least, it was something
Hesitating
Evan’s gaze lingered on the hallway where Lila had disappeared. His jaw was still tight, his hands still clenched at his sides, but he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to regain control. Losing his temper further here wouldn’t accomplish anything.Instead, he straightened his coat and turned back to Marylin, his expression hard.“The next time I come back,” he said, voice cold and even, “I expect Lila to act far better than this.”Without waiting for a response, he pivoted on his heel and strode toward the exit. His polished boots struck the marble floor with sharp precision, echoing his irritation with each step. The household staff bowed slightly as he passed, but he barely acknowledged them.The heavy door swung open, and within moments, Evan was gone, disappearing into the night.Marylin let out a long, weary sigh, pressing a hand to her temple. The weight of the conversation settled on her shoulders, a mix of unease and frustration. Lila’s behavior had been reckless. Evan had ever
Threat
Before Marylin could utter a single word, the soft sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. A moment later, Lila stepped into view. She had just returned from the powder room, smoothing the fabric of her dress when her gaze landed on Evan. Surprise flickered across her delicate features, quickly followed by a hint of apprehension.“Evan?” Her voice held both confusion and wariness. “What are you doing here?”Evan’s sharp eyes locked onto her, dark with unspoken frustration. His presence was tense, his shoulders squared as though he were bracing for battle.“Why?” His voice was edged with accusation. “You don’t like seeing your fiancé here? Because you just finished meeting with your ex-husband?”Lila inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief moment. A part of her had expected this reaction from Evan—he had always been possessive when it came to Calen, always insecure despite his outward confidence. But tonight, she was in no mood to entertain his jealousy.With a quiet sigh,