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The God of War Calen Storm I Will Make Sure You Fail
Lila Frost sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes staring blankly at the luxurious brocade drapes of her room. Frustration still consumed her heart after yesterday’s events. She clutched a small pillow tightly, letting it absorb her emotional turmoil, while wondering how she could face the outside world now that everyone was likely talking about her.“I can’t go out,” she muttered softly, almost whispering to herself. “Everyone must be calling me a cheater.”Her thoughts were interrupted when she began to hear voices outside her window. At first, it was just faint murmurs, but soon the conversation became clearer.“Have you heard?” A man's voice rang out enthusiastically. “Calen Storm has completely changed. People are saying it’s as if he’s possessed by his father’s spirit!”Lila immediately perked up. That name, Calen Storm. She moved toward the window cautiously, parting the curtain slightly to peek outside. A group of soldiers was walking past the pavilion, their voices filled with
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
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It’s Your Fault!
The royal court had only just begun to exhale when the sharp clang of a scepter against the marble floor silenced the room once more.King Theron Ashford—now crowned and seated on the high throne—rose to his feet.Only now, the boy was gone.It was King Theron Ashford who spoke—his voice thunderous, his tone venomous.“Now that I am king,” he began, his eyes sweeping over the kneeling remnants of Aerondale’s war party, “it is time for judgment. Justice must be served. And the rats must be brought into the light.”He stepped down from the throne platform, slow, deliberate. His crown caught the light as he descended like a blade poised to strike.“I speak of you, Calen Storm.”The air tightened.Calen remained kneeling, his body still bearing the bruises of battle, his brow still bleeding. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.“You were supposed to protect my father!” Theron hissed, striding closer. “You, the so-called ‘God of War.’ You, who led the charge—only to watch him fall. You f
The New King
The skies over Aerondale were a pale gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned the fall of the kingdom’s sovereign. A soft, cold drizzle blanketed the cobblestone streets of Ardenfell, dampening the black banners that fluttered from every tower, every rooftop, every archway. Bells tolled in slow, rhythmic mourning, echoing through the city like a heartbeat that had grown faint.People lined the streets in silence, dressed in black. Faces were pale, tear-streaked. Women clutched their children close. Old men removed their hats. Some fell to their knees, sobbing openly. The air was thick with grief—but beneath it, a whisper of fear. Their king was dead. And Aerondale had not just lost a monarch, but its pride.Inside the Grand Hall of the Citadel, the atmosphere was colder still.The wives of the late King Ashford stood along the right side of the throne room, dressed in mourning veils, their faces somber. Among them stood Queen Isabella—the First Queen. Her face was unreadable, ca
The Hesitation
Lightning cracked like a whip, loud enough to shake the marrow in one's bones. Calen Storm surged through the battlefield like a living tempest, boots slamming against the crumbling marble floor as his blade blazed with raw, searing electricity. Every step he took left cracks in the earth; the palace groaned as though recognizing the fury it now housed.Across the fractured great hall, Queen Elara stood amidst ruin, her silver and blue robes torn at the hem, hair cascading like ink down her shoulders. Yet she was poised, chin high, and strangely untouched by the chaos. The moonlight streaming from the shattered ceiling above haloed her in blue—regal, radiant, resolute.Their eyes locked.And then, Calen lunged.The clash was cataclysmic.Calen’s blade screamed through the air, striking like thunder, while Elara met each swing with almost preternatural fluidity. She spun, twisted, parried—her movements like silk over steel, her hands aglow with blue arcane light. Magic and metal met mi
The Storm Raged On
Calen stood amidst a growing circle of unconscious bodies and shattered stone, a whirlwind of fury and power. Lightning cracked again, this time arcing out from his back like wings made of storm. The force of his rage alone had begun to fracture the very structure of the palace.Down below, in the great courtyard where the soldiers of Aerondale had been bound, a fork of lightning slammed into the stone—not killing, but disrupting. The shock ripped through the ranks of the Vynorian guards, sending them sprawling and unconscious, their weapons skidding across the floor.The ropes binding the Aerondale soldiers burned and snapped, singed at the edges. The first to rise was Captain Rhys, shaking the dizziness from his head. Then another, and another. A dozen soldiers unbound, then two dozen, then more.Their eyes burned with renewed purpose.“Free the others!” Rhys barked. “The King is dead—but the war isn’t over!”They moved fast, cutting ropes and lifting comrades to their feet. One of
The Rise of The God of War
Calen gritted his teeth, still kneeling beside the King as his hands glowed faintly with the pulsating energy he had been channeling. Sweat streamed down his brow, and his voice was firm yet laced with desperation."Your Majesty," Calen said, eyes burning with conviction, "we cannot surrender. Not like this. Not to treachery. Not to Vynoria's deception. You must hold on."But before the King could respond, Queen Elara stepped further into the healing chamber, her long cloak trailing behind her like a shadow swallowing the light. Her expression was unreadable—calm, confident, lethal."How noble of you, General Storm," she said, her voice as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade. "But spare me your speeches about honor. Did you not come to my kingdom as a spy yourself? Using a royal betrothal to gain entry to my court? Don’t speak to me of 'dishonorable means'—you, of all people, have forfeited that right."Calen didn’t turn to face her. His focus remained solely on the King. "Even so.
The Final Ultimatum
Inside the flickering firelit chamber, the air was thick with tension and urgency. Calen knelt beside the unconscious King, his hand pressed firmly to the monarch’s chest. A soft golden light glowed from his palm—his energy flowing steadily, barely keeping the King tethered to life. Beads of sweat rolled down Calen’s temple, his entire body straining to maintain the transfer. The Aerondale healers worked feverishly around him, whispering incantations, their hands trembling as they tried to assist his efforts.Then something shifted.Calen's eyes narrowed as he felt a sudden disturbance—a faint vibration in the floor, a distant clamor. His senses, sharpened by years on the battlefield, screamed a warning. Shouts—muffled, but rising. Movement. Metal clashing softly. A surge of magical energy—hostile, surrounding the palace.Something was wrong.One of the Aerondale healers looked up from the King’s side, her voice trembling. “Do you feel that? Something’s happening…”Calen didn’t answer
Kneel!
The tall arched doors to the healing chamber creaked open once more. A small figure stepped through—the youngest of the Vynorian healers, a girl with dark braids and steady eyes that belied her age. She moved swiftly, almost unnoticed, weaving through the crowd until she stood beside Queen Elara.Without drawing attention, she leaned in and whispered something into the Queen’s ear. Whatever it was, it made Elara’s lips curl ever so slightly into a ghost of a smile.She gave a graceful nod to the girl, who bowed low and disappeared into the shadows once more.Evan, ever watchful, stepped forward with narrowed eyes.“What is it? What happened? Is the king…” His voice faltered for a moment. “What’s his condition?”Queen Elara didn’t respond.Instead, she slowly raised her hand—elegant fingers poised like the opening movement of a deadly dance.At once, a sharp whistle sliced through the air.From every corner of the great hall, shadows moved. Gleaming armor stepped from alcoves and behin
Bring Back The Sun
As the heavy doors closed behind Calen, silence wrapped around the great hall for a brief moment—before it was broken once again by the sharp footsteps of Seraphina returning.She approached Queen Elara swiftly but gracefully, then leaned in to whisper something into the queen’s ear. Whatever she said, it was meant only for Elara.The queen gave a single, serene nod. Then she whispered in return, "Wait a little longer."Seraphina inclined her head in understanding and slipped away into the shadows once more, her crimson cloak trailing silently behind her.Meanwhile, Evan Drake was still at it—his voice rising above the murmurs in the hall, sharp with accusation and barely-contained fury.“He’s sealing the king’s fate! That’s what he’s doing!” Evan shouted, stepping forward, his face flushed with rage. “You all saw it—he was the last person beside His Majesty before the collapse. And now he demands to be alone with him? Wake up!”A nobleman from Vynoria stepped forward, nodding fervent
Let Me In!
The chamber was small and dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single wall-mounted brazier. Shadows danced along the stone walls, creating an intimate and secretive atmosphere—far from the chaos and suspicion outside.Queen Elara Wynn stepped inside first, her elegant silhouette outlined in amber light. She did not sit, nor did she offer Calen a seat. Instead, she turned slowly to face him, her expression unreadable—serene, composed, yet undeniably sharp.“We are alone now, General Storm,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Speak your truth. What is it you wish to say?”Calen took a breath. His jaw was tight, his eyes searching hers not with hostility—but with relentless intent.“I will not allow anyone to harm the King,” he said bluntly.“Whoever is responsible for this... I will find them.”Elara arched an eyebrow.“And do you think that person is me?” she asked, the faintest trace of a smile curving her lips—one that didn’t reach her eyes.“That is not what I said,” Calen re
