American War A Novel Novels & Stories

I was with him always when he had made plans or deals with other kingdoms or just choosing the right decision for himself--I was always with him guiding him and he himself guiding me. I know that my existence had succeeded over twenty years--an age every woman gets married and already has children at but that does not mean I have no opinions and feelings enough to get wed without my input. I cannot reject this proposal since Azaleth may start a war with us. They have highly trained knights and many weapons, a lot of which we do not even know about. If we ever have a war with them, we would lose. We have already lost so many knights and warriors in the Great war of Dajoah and Caldorus.

Dante said, being cut off again. “He wants a war.” Rosie said next to her. “He wants to take control of all packs and be king with his army of - “Abominations.” Matt burleted out a word. “”No that won't work…” Matt said thinking out loud. “Werewolves X…no that makes them sound cooler than us.” Matt muttered to himself. “Whatever. We're going to war.” Dante blurted, being frustrated. “Wow…”Nora said out loud, looking at them.

By the time I’d finished reading and admiring all her works, my throat was dry, eyes wet and heart racing fast, my hands were shaking causing me to drop the book, a small piece of paper falls out, no images or sketches just writing. I slowly pick the paper up, steadying myself and my breathing as I read “my love, my life, my reason for going on. You are always in my mind and heart. Wherever you go I will follow, I will not stop to search for you even when the war is over, if you still have not come back to me, I will journey throughout all of France to find you. I carry our child, I will love the child no matter what gender but I secretly hope for a boy so that he can resemble you, and I can

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

“I’m an old woman. The war between the lands has made me seen things that I shouldn’t. I’m honored to have a chosen Luna in my midst before I die, if you bring peace to the land then I’ll be happy. An old lass as myself can hold onto hope.” Merida’s words sparked something inside of me. Tears almost welled up in my eyes. She was so kind and thoughtful, the first person in my entire years of living to actually believe in me. I was going to pass the trial, just to cheat my clear course towards death and fulfill the destiny I barely wanted. “I’m ready.” I called out to Buck who was right outside my door after Merida left. The door opened and Lucien came in. He’d changed into a simple shirt and

Elder Lee had run, yes. But he hadn't vanished. And Dominic would follow that trail to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took. The war hadn’t ended tonight; it had merely found its true heading. Somewhere far beyond the horizon, a man who thought himself untouchable was carrying a child who belonged to monsters. Dominic’s eyes snapped open, the shadows tightening around him like a shroud. ‘Run,’ he thought darkly, the Alpha in him baring its teeth. ‘Enjoy the distance while it lasts.’ Because when they finally caught him... There would be nothing left to save.

And the world would feel her wrath. But the war, the new, more dangerous war, was not a war of power or of ambition. It was a war of the heart, a war of the soul, a war of a love that was a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality. Amara, a sovereign, a mother, a ghost from the past, was a woman who had found a new purpose, a new meaning, a new reason to live. But the ghost of her past, a King, a lover, a man who had taken a bullet for her, was a constant, terrifying presence in her life. The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality.

Sage finally shook his head, muttering something under his breath before walking away, his shoulders rigid. When I glanced back at Diego, he was still watching me, and there was a dangerous sort of satisfaction in his gaze. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The confrontation replayed in my mind in jagged flashes—Sage’s protective anger, Diego’s calm amusement, and the way both of them seemed certain they knew what was best for me. I ended up in the library just past midnight, hoping the smell of old parchment and the flicker of candlelight might distract me. It didn’t.

She demands, her voice raising slightly. Hades...Hera...Their names sound so familiar...I know I've heard them before...The man, apparently Hades, simply shrugs in response. "Don't know, really-or care too much. However, the Amazons have been making my job hell lately with all the people they've been killing, so I'm glad she's been found."

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?