Novel & Cerita Best War Novels Ever

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

"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.

Maurice walked ahead as I scurried behind him, gazing around at the unending land of graves, "Growing up, my grandfather would tell me stories, about how people started to go missing in a bulk 50 years ago, the police had no leads, and when no one was coming forward with information, one after the other the cases became cold, and the public became outraged, started a fucking world war, end of the fucking world," he chuckled with a snort, looking back at me who was fighting to keep up, I was growing weaker and weaker with every step I took, "Why? Why were they fighting?" I swallowed hard, "Instead of trying to figure out where these missing people are?"

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.

Olivia asked. “Rap is my favorite, and I love jazz too. I grew up listening to Amy Winehouse.” “So, who’s your favorite rapper then?” “Well, I’ll say Jay-Z.” Olivia grinned. “Maybe we’ll both end up like Beyoncé and Jay- Z,” she teased. Tyler blushed. “Really?” he asked shyly, hoping she would say yes. But Olivia only laughed. When they finally left the studio, Tyler held her hand. “Olivia, can I ask you something?

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.