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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
The God of War Calen Storm Humiliate Us
The grand hall was still alight with the warm glow of chandeliers as Evan Drake escorted his bride through the towering doors of their new home. The evening air carried the remnants of laughter and murmured conversations, the noble guests still lingering outside, their eyes ever watchful.Evan smiled—effortlessly, charmingly—acknowledging the well-wishers with a graceful nod. His grip on Lila’s waist was firm, possessive, as if silently reminding everyone that she belonged to him now. The perfect groom, exuding confidence and control, even as the whispers from earlier still hung in the air."What a long wait that was…""Did she hesitate?""Perhaps she was reconsidering?"Evan didn’t let it show. He responded to each remark with his usual ease, exchanging pleasantries, shaking hands, even laughing lightly at a jest thrown his way. To the world, he was unfazed, a man triumphant in securing a valuable union. But Lila, standing rigid at his side, knew better. She felt the tension in his h
The God of War Calen Storm The Road to Vynoria
The night air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of damp earth and pine. Each breath Calen took was laced with the cool dampness of the wild, a stark contrast to the heat of the day he had left behind. Overhead, the moon hung like a silent guardian, casting silver light across the rugged terrain, stretching the shadows of twisted trees and jagged rocks. The narrow dirt path beneath his horse’s hooves wound through the wilderness, barely illuminated by the pale glow of the stars.The road to Vynoria was treacherous, infamous for bandits who lurked in the darkness, preying on lone travelers and weary merchants. The silence was not comforting; it was a warning. Every rustle in the underbrush, every whisper of wind through the trees could mean danger. But Calen was neither afraid nor unprepared. He had survived worse.His cloak, heavy with dust from the journey, draped over his shoulders, blending seamlessly with the muted colors of the wilderness. His tunic and leather vest were plain
The God of War Calen Storm The Vynorian
The tavern was warm, a stark contrast to the crisp evening air outside. The scent of roasted meat and stale ale hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from scattered patrons. Lanterns flickered overhead, casting shifting shadows against the wooden walls. Calen sat with his back straight, posture casual yet alert, his fingers lightly curled around the ceramic cup before him.The voices from the next table were low, but not secretive—merely travelers exchanging news and rumors over their meal."Ardenfell is insatiable," one of them muttered, his voice carrying a note of resentment. "King Ryan Ashford has already swallowed up smaller nations, and now they say he has his eyes on Vynoria."Calen kept his expression neutral, though his pulse quickened."Queen Elara Wynn won’t stand for it," another man responded. "She’s no fool, and neither are her people. Anyone from Ardenfell is under heavy scrutiny now. The Queen is ruthless, and so are her advisors. Beautiful as a
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The Stranger
Night had fallen by the time Calen and Garrick returned to their inn. The streets of Rivermoore, which had been alive with bustling trade during the day, were now quieter, illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns swaying gently in the evening breeze. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine drifted from the tavern below as weary merchants and travelers gathered to unwind after a long day.Inside their modest room, Garrick stretched and let out a satisfied sigh, tossing a small pouch of silver onto the wooden table. “Today was a damn good day,” he said with a grin. “At this rate, we won’t need to stay in Rivermoore much longer. Where should we set up shop next?”Calen leaned against the window frame, gazing out at the distant silhouette of the palace, its towering spires reflecting the moonlight. He considered his next move carefully before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “I’ll return to Aerondale first.”Garrick nodded approvingly. “A wise choice. There’s no pla
The Most Beautiful Woman
The sun had begun its slow descent, casting a golden hue over Rivermoore’s bustling market. The streets were alive with the chatter of merchants peddling their wares, the clinking of coins exchanging hands, and the occasional burst of laughter from a satisfied customer. Vibrant banners fluttered in the warm breeze, their silken fabrics rippling like waves, mirroring the energy of the city itself. Amidst the chaos, Calen and Garrick worked their stall with practiced ease, blending seamlessly into the lively marketplace.Their stall, laden with exquisite Ardenfell textiles, quickly drew the attention of passing nobles and wealthy merchants. Bolts of deep sapphire and emerald cloth caught the light, shimmering under the sun’s glow. The intricate embroidery, painstakingly woven with golden thread, depicted scenes of legendary battles and ancient tales. Calen, with his keen eye for business, handled transactions smoothly—his fingers expertly weighing silver coins, his voice steady as he ha
The Vynorian Soldiers
As they stepped into the smaller inspection area, Calen immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere. This was not just a routine checkpoint—there was an air of strict discipline here, a presence that demanded obedience without a single word needing to be spoken. The soldiers waiting for them were different from the gate guards. Their uniforms, though still the same deep blue, bore intricate silver embroidery along the collars and cuffs, a clear mark of higher-ranking officers.But the most striking detail wasn’t their uniforms. It was the soldiers themselves.Every single one of them was a woman.Calen had seen his fair share of female warriors in Ardenfell—battle-hardened women who fought alongside men, their skills unquestionable. But these soldiers were something else entirely. They weren’t merely strong; they carried themselves with a quiet, effortless confidence that suggested years of rigorous training. They were tall, lean, and undeniably powerful, their forms wrapped in fitted
The Vynorian
The tavern was warm, a stark contrast to the crisp evening air outside. The scent of roasted meat and stale ale hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from scattered patrons. Lanterns flickered overhead, casting shifting shadows against the wooden walls. Calen sat with his back straight, posture casual yet alert, his fingers lightly curled around the ceramic cup before him.The voices from the next table were low, but not secretive—merely travelers exchanging news and rumors over their meal."Ardenfell is insatiable," one of them muttered, his voice carrying a note of resentment. "King Ryan Ashford has already swallowed up smaller nations, and now they say he has his eyes on Vynoria."Calen kept his expression neutral, though his pulse quickened."Queen Elara Wynn won’t stand for it," another man responded. "She’s no fool, and neither are her people. Anyone from Ardenfell is under heavy scrutiny now. The Queen is ruthless, and so are her advisors. Beautiful as a
The Road to Vynoria
The night air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of damp earth and pine. Each breath Calen took was laced with the cool dampness of the wild, a stark contrast to the heat of the day he had left behind. Overhead, the moon hung like a silent guardian, casting silver light across the rugged terrain, stretching the shadows of twisted trees and jagged rocks. The narrow dirt path beneath his horse’s hooves wound through the wilderness, barely illuminated by the pale glow of the stars.The road to Vynoria was treacherous, infamous for bandits who lurked in the darkness, preying on lone travelers and weary merchants. The silence was not comforting; it was a warning. Every rustle in the underbrush, every whisper of wind through the trees could mean danger. But Calen was neither afraid nor unprepared. He had survived worse.His cloak, heavy with dust from the journey, draped over his shoulders, blending seamlessly with the muted colors of the wilderness. His tunic and leather vest were plain
Humiliate Us
The grand hall was still alight with the warm glow of chandeliers as Evan Drake escorted his bride through the towering doors of their new home. The evening air carried the remnants of laughter and murmured conversations, the noble guests still lingering outside, their eyes ever watchful.Evan smiled—effortlessly, charmingly—acknowledging the well-wishers with a graceful nod. His grip on Lila’s waist was firm, possessive, as if silently reminding everyone that she belonged to him now. The perfect groom, exuding confidence and control, even as the whispers from earlier still hung in the air."What a long wait that was…""Did she hesitate?""Perhaps she was reconsidering?"Evan didn’t let it show. He responded to each remark with his usual ease, exchanging pleasantries, shaking hands, even laughing lightly at a jest thrown his way. To the world, he was unfazed, a man triumphant in securing a valuable union. But Lila, standing rigid at his side, knew better. She felt the tension in his h
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
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
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
