American Civil War Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Everything looked like it was falling apart and no one could do anything about it. The scenario he took in was one that was hopelessly bleak. Joel had gone to England before the start of the civil war, as soon as he got the admission and although he had not been back since, he had no idea things were this bad. He had written to his folks from time to time and his father had kept him updated on the situation at home, but this- what he was seeing wasn’t it. This wasn’t a tragedy. It looked like a complete devastation. There was no hope on any face he saw, no hope that things would get better. And he could see and smell the ashes of houses that had been burnt and pillaged in the war. How many p

The bloody diversionary and dreadful legal which takes a lot of lifes and properties. There is enough to say in the bloody battle which began from blood to greif. Out of the Air a voice without face, proved by statistics that some cause was just in tones as dry and level place. No one cheered and nothing was discussed. They matched away, enduring a belief, whose logic brought them somewhere else to grief. Yes, quaint and curious war it is, the battle which takes a lot of lifes of good men. The most painful news was the death of the legend of the jungle, which some couldn't believe that he fell in a pool of blood and couldn't rise again. But the fact there is that,the legend of the jungle Sha

"So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!" The men glanced at each other. "Well?" Phuture asked. "You fighting for slavery or not?!" The man answered. "This is The Civil War." Phuture rolled her eyes, she said. "Damn it... this is some bullshit!" My family... gone... and I'm stuck in some civil war alone with none of my family members. Reincarnated as a slave. What the hell is my purpose here? "How did you kill Celie?" Phuture asked. "What did you do to her?"

Al chirped into my ear, Running with the crowd, I managed to push past two returning officers who have realized that the explosion was a distraction. Running in the city streets, I kept looking over my shoulders, but no officer was chasing me, too many of us made it in and the streets were filled with screaming civilians, terrified from Al's antics earlier, "Took you long you enough," I covered my ear the mic was in, "Couldn't get a hold of my inside man, my apologies... Where to now Alice Abernathy?"

Soldiers protected the camp, many people were in the camp. At that moment, the camp became the most pulchritudinous place that we had seen in quite a long time. A smile crossed my face as I embraced my brother “I told you that we will make it” This may not be much but it was enough. We walked hand in hand to our new home. A home created by the harsh impediments of a civil war.

“ It might seem like that sometimes, but like I said before, life is more about how you react to what happened to you. Take those soldiers who went to war and came back a shadow of themselves? Yeah, they'd lost something they'd once treasured, but it's honestly not really what they lost that matters but how they react to what's lost. ” “ Hm… ” Mira thought about the book they'd just finished reading which shook both of them. The book was titled, Home front by a best selling author, Kristin Hannah. The book had been based on a woman who'd gone to war with the dreadful words of, “ I don't love you anymore. ” from her husband.

He didn’t speak until we ducked into a narrow alley behind a row of shuttered shops. There, he turned to me, finally letting the pretense of perfect calm slip for just a second. “Are you okay?” he asked. It was the first time he’d ever asked. I wanted to say yes. Or no. Or scream, or cry, or maybe just laugh at the absurdity of standing in a garbage-strewn alley, with the city’s most dangerous man and a gun in my hand. Instead, I said the one thing I really needed to know. “Whose war is this?”

he says and I looked at him in surprise and horror. He only nods his head and perched his behind on the table. I shakily tooks out my iPad and looked for the page on screen. "We don't have all day Miss Angelis" he says and I nod. Finally I scrolled to page , "The Civil War of 1861,it was fought between the years......" I read with a wobbly voice. So much for a great day.

Then he lay down on his side, facing away. That was when I felt the dread fully bloom in my chest. I unfolded the paper carefully. The handwriting was firm, deliberate. Resigned. ******* It read “Alpha Damon, If you are reading this, then I have already made my choice. The civil war has grown beyond control. Brothers turn on brothers. Blood stains the land that once fed our children. I see no path where I survive this without becoming something I do not recognize. I will not give my enemies the satisfaction of dragging me through the mud of defeat. I will not allow them to parade my corpse as a symbol of their victory.