All Quiet On The Western Front Read Online Novels & Stories

I murmur softly, the words drifting out on the cold night air. All around me, I can hear snippets of noise making their way in and out of my perception. More gasps of shock, of awe, of horror. The moon above is a deep blood red, the colour of light and death, and as this war continues to rage on, I can tell that no one on the battlefield quite knows what to make of it.

A little whisper of an echo darting through the darkness. Both of us tensed, our wolves alert and ears scanning for any trace of sound. Staying quiet was one of the lines in the poem, but we had no other way to communicate. Quiet did not mean silent, and I wondered if we might get away with lowering our voices. A musty smell wafted through the shelves; it smelled of dust, bones, and dry leather. It wasn’t the most disgusting thing I had smelled, but was bad enough to make Helena and I wrinkle our noses. I pointed towards the unending rows of bookshelves.

Chapter Title: The Truth in the Darkness Nelson's POV Evening was quiet, too quiet. The only sound was the faint rustle of leaves as the cold wind continued to blow through the trees. The war had made its scars, and the ground stank with blood and smoke. But now there was silence. I walked slowly, my boots thudding into the ground, my body aching from wounds I had given. My side ached from where I had been struck previously, but I pushed it away. My thoughts were on the woman in front of me.

"Richard’s front lines are moving faster than our scouts predicted. The lower trenches have fallen." ​I didn't answer immediately. My eyes tracked the movement across the chasm. The Western army moved with terrifying precision. Their bronze armor caught the weak northern sunlight, reflecting a cold glare that illuminated the thousands of spears marching in perfect synchronization. They didn't look like men; they looked like a golden serpent slithering forward to constrict the throat of the North.

But the truth was that noise was the best companion when the war was over and my parents were unheard at home. "Silence was what I heard before the bloodbath took place in the war," I admitted, and I watched her pause in surprise. "It's hard to explain because a war itself is noisy, but there is a moment when everything goes quiet; not even the animals make noise, and the wind itself decides to make silence to give tension to a moment as raw as a battle is. The energy expended is so much that then everything explodes, and a part of my mind chose to quiet the background noise to understand what was going on around me."

My fingertips went cold for a second, but I felt no regret. Turning away, I walked over to the river's edge and let the ring drop from my fingers into the water. "Let the past sink to the bottom," I whispered. The river rippled once, then stilled, as if nothing had ever happened. The sun still shone brightly, and the breeze was gentle. All those past hurts that once took my breath away were just a tiny drop in the vastness of the world. I lifted my head and started walking toward the far-off horizon.

The scent of blood, clashing metal, and burning air grew closer as the sounds of battle grew clearer. I could hear men shouting orders and the groans of the wounded. The last bridge between east and west Allusia had been turned into a battlefield of wolves clashing in the night. And all I had to do to see Alec again was cross it. As I broke through the trees, the wind swept through the air, wet with coming rain or river mist. I could hear the river raging like a song beneath the sound of the battle. The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, the clash of steel, the snarls of wolves, and the cries of battle filling the air. I surged forward, letting my powers rise and sending the shadows snarl

​The silence that followed wasn’t the empty kind that echoes in an empty house; it was thick, weighted by the kind of quiet that only comes when two people have survived a war and finally realized the battlefield is miles behind them,Juliann didn't pull away immediately. His forehead stayed pressed against mine, his breath warm and slow, syncing with my own until the frantic rhythm of my thoughts smoothed out into something steady His hands remained where they were, palms flat against my waist beneath the heavy wool of the blanket, anchored and absolute

The earth itself seemed to tremble as they rode through the sunset. … By the time they reached the Western Central Borders, the battlefield was chaotic. The sky was bruised in smoke and the stench of iron. Fire burned across the horizon. The clash of steel and the guttural growls of wolves in partial shifts filled the air. Lucien’s horse charged into the chaos and, while still in motion, Lucien seized one of Riven's men by the throat… the man's eyes widened in horror and with one crushing movement, Lucien snapped his neck clean and threw the lifeless body aside. He dismounted before his horse even stopped, landing in the mud of blood.

They surrounded me from different angles, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. I ran with everything I had, praying I could outrun their attack. Suddenly, a sharp ache tugged at my lower belly, and fear spiked in my chest, but there was no way I could stop now. Behind me came a chorus of growls. A rush of hot, foul air hit my back, followed by sharp pain. Claws raked across my flesh, tearing a burning line down my spine. I hit the ground, rolling twice, just barely managing to shake the wolf off me. However, when I looked up, I froze. The exit was blocked. Both front and back were sealed with countless glowing green eyes staring at me in the dark like fireflies.