Novel & Cerita American War Novel

I will return to you shortly, when this war is over. Love, Jaris He quickly stuffed the letter in an envelope and dropped it in the post box on the way to drill. It had not taken even a full day for Will and the rest of the Union men coming out of Lamar to locate their regiment of Union soldiers in camp near the Spring River, just a ways south of Barton County. He had taken to camp life very quickly, made several friends, and didn’t even mind the drills they practiced over and over. The long days helped to keep his mind off of his brother, his sister, and Miss Cordia Pike. His sergeant, Teddy Bolder, had commented on his very first day in camp that Will was a natural as a soldier. He said he

Zoya said dismissively as she left for her room. Zoya's room was like a wonderland for different kinds of books, quotes, poetry, art and photos. She loved taking photos a lot and had two cameras which made this quite easy for her. Her wall was plastered with different colors of photos and aesthetic poetry that gives the room a very vibrant feel. It was large and very bright. This was also her favourite part of the house because she gets to do whatever she wanted in there without being criticized or called a nerd except on some occasions. Her room wasn't really like a typical female room, it was more like a library. With the very tall shelves inhabiting hundreds of novels and books, her furni

*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.

I can’t remember our pack ever going to war with any other packs except rogues, and even then, we only fought when they attacked us in our own home. “We did what had to be done. All is fair in war, and in war, one side must lose for the victor to emerge. They’ve already caused us so much, it’s only right we repay the favour twice as blunt,” another man spoke, and the rest of the people grunted in approval.

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w

ARIES' POV: It's been two weeks since the war, and things feel quieter, peaceful, and calm. It felt good to be able to close my eyes without the fear of someone sneaking in to kidnap me or kill me. And it also felt good to be back to myself again without the fast-beating heart that dreaded the war.

I was once admonished by the town officer for using a claw to cut out a short branch once, he called me a heathen with no respect for the law. Blood started to spout and I gasped as I turned back, their teeth had grown out. They rolled into the murky waters, their blood staining the very surface as they dug into each other’s skin. It was barbaric. “They’ll kill each other”. My voice was hoarse as I stepped behind Buck, “We have to do something.” “Don’t.” He muttered, “A fight breaking out between to males but only end of the other concedes, it’s the natural order.”

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Russe’s Alpha side began to manifest in front of Adelia for the very first time, he had always been gentle and calm with her. Never acting possessive or ruthless. Adelia’s heart skipped a beat at those words, but she refused to show any weakness. “So be it,” she said, her voice steady. “I will leave at once.”