Art Of War Book Novels & Stories

In other words, Steven may have won by shooting more targets, but Zach had better marksmanship skills. Both of them had their own strengths and weaknesses, but Nathan still believed that they were both equally special. “Him … if only he were on my side!” Nathan said while staring at the monitor screen, which was now focused on Zach Drey casually chatting with Steven. When he felt there was nothing important happening on that screen anymore, he shifted the display to the living room, where Henry sat with a stiff expression while speaking with Arnold Reed. Arnold Reed, the former vice war general who had betrayed him by trying to kill him.

He was outside an incredible holy place and his cock was rock hard. "You know the acidic and rusting taste of blood in your mouth. Especially when you bite to the bone and get that gristle. That sickening crack just is music to my ears," his Alpha began to speak, as War glared at him wondering why he was talking of such things." Or when you rip the stomach open. All the guts and intestine look like those long-ass Italian sausage. " War killed. A lot. One thing he hated thought was talking about killing. It made him queasy. "And that's how you tame that monster dick of yours. I need a standing ovation."

In lieu of being able to ask him myself, I needed to be as certain as I could be of what he would want. Holding the book close like a treasure, I fully intended to check it out, but, deciding to wait for Cathy, to see whatever she uncovered, I sat down at one of the tables near the front of the library, and opened the book. I am a man of decision, the book began. In times of war, even a moment of hesitation could lead to a death. With good warriors under my charge, I would never risk it. “Aria?” I lifted my head up from the book and looked straight into Matt’s face.

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.

They took the oracle to the deepest part of the village where the rebels lived, to give him time to concentrate on divining the future that awaited them. "You must prepare for war, it is inevitable. Blood corrupts the enemy, so you must watch your necks if you want to win," that's all the oracle says, who was in the middle of what looked like a ritual. "Blood? Neck? Maybe we'll have to face vampires after all, this looks very bad," Marcus says. "I don't know, but we won't be afraid to face the people who want to harm us, so let's arm ourselves with courage and eradicate evil from the world. And if we need to go to war to achieve that, so be it," says Lyra optimistically.

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 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.

'"Defense is the planning of an attack" Abdullah nodded a slight smile on his lips. 'The Art of War by Sun Tzu,' he said. 'Impressive.' She simply stared at him, chin jutted out, and he quoted back at her, '"He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious".' 'Exactly.' He laughed softly, shaking his head. 'So you think you can win in this situation, Your Highness, despite all I've said?' '"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting".'

*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.

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