American War A Novel Novels & Stories

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

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?”

“The weapons are ready, but there’s a significant drawback. While they’re effective in destroying our enemies, they also render the land unusable. Crops won’t grow, and rebuilding will be nearly impossible. It’s a weapon of destruction, yes, but it’s not sustainable for long-term victory.” A heavy silence fell over the room as I absorbed his words. My stomach tightened. “We need a better solution,” I said firmly. “I won’t risk our future or our land just to defeat Alpha Jericho. We’ll—” The door to the hall slammed open, cutting me off mid-sentence. A bloodied warrior staggered inside, barely able to stay on his feet, his face ashen and his breaths labored. Gasps echoed around the room, and

"My father has escaped. He's coming to America. To finish us." Raisa's face went pale. Outside, the rain had started again. In the New York night, that rain seemed like a herald of new danger. Arian held Raisa close. He closed his eyes. He knew—this was no longer a war of strategy. This was war against his father. Monster versus truth. And in this war, one side would have to be destroyed forever.

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

talk to people from all over the world. It was then that he found out that his situation wasn't normal. Over the next two years he learned other languages with the help of some foreign friends he had befriended and became quite fluent. Apparently, he had a knack for languages as he picked them up with little effort. Life continued like this, and he was content. You would think after being treated the way he was, one would develop some sort of a noble goal in life like getting revenge on his uncles and their families or just moving out and living freely but no. Sheng Chen just lived day to day, never made any plans, and never really hated anyone or loved anyone. Even his aunt, who he lat

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

"I can't have anything happening to you. Alpha Raiden will kill me for allowing you patrol and fight rogue wolves and war dogs with us." "Alright, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time." "You better be," he scoffed and walked away, going to check on the others. I turned to see the war dog that attacked me decapitated. It's head laid at my feet with it's eyes wide open. I really felt content when this thing wanted to kill me. At least, I was dying in an honorable way in front of battle. Though in my eyes only. To the other wolves, I was dying a revolt for engaging in a fight not meant for women.

I ran through a forest, then a crop field, then a highway. "I slept in the wild, ate leaves, and drank rainwater. If I was lucky, I'd come across a garbage dump and eat some food that went bad. "And so, after walking for days and nights, I came back to you. But you said to me I was dirty. "Funny." Jeffrey could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground. His eyes were extremely red, looking at me. He was in pain, "Audrey, I'm sorry. I had no idea what you had been through. No one referred to the ransom..."