Anti War Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“I don't want a baby from a hoe, I have a reputation to keep.” He scoffed, then added, “How do you even plan to raise a child as an ordinary laborer barely making ends meet?” Rose went silent on the call. “I thought as much,” he said. “Isn’t it obvious that aborting this pregnancy is a win-win situation for both of us?” Just then, his office door opened. “Sir.” A huge man said as he walked into Austin’s office. “Yes Robin” Austin responded, as he quickly cut the call. “We’ve done the job, who else do you want us to kill?”

I still hated him and that hadn’t changed. Needing a distraction, I headed to the library, determined to lose myself in a book. My fingers trailed over the spines until I settled on a book on the second world war. It wasn’t the type of book I would usually go for, but Lorenzo’s collection was as dark and intense as the man himself—history, philosophy, and war. Hours slipped by unnoticed, the afternoon sun casting golden light through the tall windows. My stomach grumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. With a sigh, I closed the book and made my way to the kitchen.

Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers. "Your highness, this war will be destructive. If this goes on, both Kingdoms will destroy their own economies and will fall prey to the other Kings waiting for a sign of weakness," said Shikhar. Adharva was silent. "I have seen the warrior Eloy in battle now and as the head of the army, I can assure you that at the end of the war, only the warriors and the Emperors will remain," said Shikhar. Rishi was at the door. Shikhar looked down at the ground then. Adharva snorted inside at the by play. He had been seeing it since he was ten.

Her voice breaks as she speaks, turning to face me. Her face is desolate, her eyes empty and hollow. "Now, I'm just left trying to fill the void. Regardless, we still have a ball to decorate. Has the book helped your memory?" I glance down at the book in my hands slowly, decorated with elaborate portraits and statues of the Gods, full to the brim with information over each Greek entity. "Not my memory, but...I am glad I have looked it over. I feel slightly more prepared for this gathering now that I know a bit about the people attending."

My eyes filling with tears, the things he has had to endure and to be able to get to me here. I tell him the things I’d done to try and get to him but it seemed he knew most of my moves due to my sketchbook that Lisa had salvaged from the bombed hospital. “Your sketch book moved me. I really think you should publish it, there’s so many stories of the soilders that lost their lives, and their families would probably be so grateful to see your drawings and the things they’d said, messages for their loved one.” Carlo says, my face flushed pink. I must admit it would be quite a good idea, I know that if it were me, I’d definitely want to hear what had happened to my children or family out fighti

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

Clara lunged, but Antonio's other hand shot out, catching her throat and slamming her back against the bar. "Stay down, little girl. This doesn't concern you." He started pulling Arabelle toward the back stairs. She tried to resist, but her body wasn't responding properly, her thoughts scattered and unfocused. Then two men in dark suits appeared, blocking Antonio's path. Dante's guards. "Remove your hand," one said quietly, "or lose it." Antonio's face contorted with rage. "Do you know who I am?" "Antonio Greco. And we know exactly what you just did." The guard's hand moved to his weapon. "Step away from her. Now."

(confused) but how sire) Karl:(goes to him and puts his hand on his shoulders) you don't have to worry about that, just go and prepare the troops Philemon:ok sire(leaves) On planet Mars preparations were in top gear to attack kataros's ships while Brian and his mom along with his sister got into an argument on his agreement to lead a million men to fight kataros Amanda:(in her son's room) Don't you see it's a bad idea you might killed or don't you care about me or your sister Britney (Brian's twin sister):I think you should not risk your life in this war you could have refused instead of putting your life at risk Brian:(on his bed)look I understand what you and Mom are saying but I have a du