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The God of War Calen Storm 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 God of War Calen Storm 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 God of War Calen Storm Who is She?
They stood before a grand yet timeworn establishment, its structure a contradiction of faded grandeur and lingering decadence. The towering building loomed over the street, its upper levels adorned with ornate carvings, now chipped and weathered with age. Golden lanterns flickered outside, casting elongated shadows that danced across the damp cobblestones. Music pulsed from within, muffled yet rhythmic, intertwined with the occasional burst of raucous laughter. Despite the revelry inside, the street remained eerily quiet, as though the very walls of Rivermoore held their breath.Calen lingered in the shadows, his gaze locked onto the hooded figure ahead. They didn’t even glance at the main entrance, where a pair of doormen in fine yet well-worn attire kept watch. Instead, they cast a swift, almost habitual glance over their shoulder before slipping into the narrow alleyway beside the building.Calen’s instincts flared. He adjusted his hood and followed, keeping his steps light, his bo
The God of War Calen Storm Dangerous Woman
Calen remained pressed against the damp stone wall, his breath slow and measured. The faint glow from the club’s interior had disappeared completely as the door was shut, leaving him in near-total darkness. He strained his ears, hoping to catch even a whisper of conversation from within, but the thick wooden door muffled all sound.There was no way to see what the woman was doing inside. No way to hear her words, her intentions.He clenched his jaw. He needed more information. He would wait.Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. The night air carried the distant sounds of the city—the occasional clatter of a horse-drawn cart, the muffled laughter of drunkards still lingering in the streets—but here, in the alley, all was still.Then, finally, the door creaked open once more.Calen pressed himself deeper into the shadows, his pulse steady but his senses sharpened. The woman stepped out, pulling her hood back up over her head. The large man she had spoken with earlier mutte
The God of War Calen Storm Wandering
Calen walked back to the inn with steady steps, though his mind was filled with countless possibilities. The night air felt colder—or maybe it was just the effect of the adrenaline slowly fading after his encounter with that woman. He had been lucky not to get killed tonight—but luck alone wouldn’t be enough to complete his mission.He couldn’t be reckless.Once he arrived at the inn, he went up to his room, locked the door, and dropped onto the bed. His eyes stared at the wooden ceiling above him, his thoughts racing.That woman lived in the palace. That was the only certainty he had gained tonight.But how could he sneak into the palace without drawing attention?Calen closed his eyes, recalling the map of the city he had studied before coming to Rivermoore. The palace was located deep within the city, surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded. The main gate was always watched, and even the royal servants had to show their permits to enter and exit.Sneaking in just like that? Im
The God of War Calen Storm Calen’s Night Plan
The night deepened, draping Rivermoore in a veil of silver moonlight. The towering spires of the palace cast long, jagged shadows over the immaculate streets, their reflections shimmering faintly on the smooth cobblestone paths. A cool breeze drifted through the city, rustling the flower-laden balconies and carrying the distant murmur of a fountain, the only sound breaking the eerie stillness of the night.Calen moved with deliberate care, his steps light and measured as he weaved through the quieter streets, drawing ever closer to the palace. His dark cloak helped him blend into the shadows, his posture that of a man aimlessly strolling, as though merely admiring the city's beauty. His keen eyes, however, missed nothing.Rivermoore was unlike any city he had known. Its roads were pristine, its buildings adorned with elegant carvings and lined with ivy. Lanterns flickered in their sconces, casting a warm glow over the pale stone facades, but there were no wandering drunks or loitering
The God of War Calen Storm Poor Bastard
One of the courtesans, a woman with deep auburn hair and mischievous eyes, leaned in, lowering her voice as if to share a delicious secret. "There’s quite the interesting rumor going around," she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.Garrick raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "They say the Queen herself has taken an interest in something happening here in Rivermoore. Something… illegal."Calen, who had been silently nursing his drink, barely flicked an eyelid, but his attention sharpened. He resisted the urge to lean forward, knowing it was better to let the information flow naturally.Garrick chuckled, shaking his head. "Illegal business in Rivermoore? Unlikely. This city runs tighter than a ship in a storm."The woman hummed, swirling the wine in her goblet. "Perhaps. But even the purest river has shadows beneath its surface, don’t you think?" She traced a delicate finger along the rim of her cup. "The
The God of War Calen Storm No Turning Back
The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the inn’s nightly murmurs beyond the thick wooden walls. The flickering candlelight from the street cast faint shadows through the window, stretching long and distorted against the floor.Calen lay on the bed, eyes closed, his body heavy with exhaustion. The day had drained him, but his mind still churned with thoughts—the queen’s secret investigation, the palace’s strict routines, the courtesans’ whispers. But soon, fatigue overtook him, and he drifted into sleep.Then—something changed.A presence. Subtle, almost imperceptible. But not to him.The door had been locked. Yet now, the latch shifted with unnatural silence, the handle turning ever so slightly. It was precise. Measured. The work of someone who had done this a thousand times before.Calen’s instincts flared, his body reacting before his mind fully awoke. He didn't move—not yet. Instead, he kept his breathing steady, controlled, feigning sleep even as his muscles coiled, read
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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
Calen's Request
The hall had grown tense with murmurs and watchful eyes, but Calen Storm remained still, his gaze locked on the corridor where the High Priestess and Royal Healer had disappeared with the unconscious King.He turned sharply to Seraphina and spoke with firm authority, his voice laced with the tension of responsibility.“I must observe the healing process.”He kept his posture composed, though his jaw was clenched.“The Royal Healer from Aerondale must not be interrupted — not unless Vynoria’s healers are providing support, not taking over.”Seraphina raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“Support?” she repeated, almost scoffing.“Vynoria has one of the most advanced healing orders in the known realms. We’ve trained under sacred waters and stars for generations. Our methods are precise and effective.”She took a deliberate step closer, lowering her voice slightly.“And with all due respect, General Storm, you are not a healer. You are a soldier. You should not interfere in matters bey
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
