Calamity War Novels & Stories

"Now we're going to rearrange it." Zenith appeared at the chamber entrance, Caelan safely in her arms. Her eyes went immediately to the map. "What's happening?" I crossed the room toward her. "The business war is over." She studied my face. "And what comes next?" I looked at the glowing point beneath Zimbabwe. "The first move in the real war." Caelan shifted in her arms. For one brief moment, his eyes opened. They settled on the crimson point. Then closed again. I watched him carefully before turning back to the display.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

he informs further. “How does Black lose April?” I ask a bit perplexed, because Black is suppose to be the best of the best. Benedict sighs again, the movement more magnified. He must be walking around. Then it becomes quiet again, the silence soon replaced by his voice. “She is more cunning and street smart than we had thought. Our mistake was to underestimate her. But for a woman who has been involved with a man like Hoffman for almost a decade, we should have known better. She just seem so naive and innocent. Clearly, looks can be deceiving,” he scoffs, and I can tell he is annoyed and a little agitated.

Mike interrupted, “I know I messed up really bad, but I think we can talk about this calmly. Today is special and I don’t want anything to ruin it.” “Ruin?” Rose shot back. “You wanna talk about ruin?” “Babe, calm down. Want a drink?” He said, pouring the wine in the glass. Rose exploded. “Nigga, are you even listening to me at all?! I don’t need any goddam drink, I just wanna end this relationship!” Mike reached for her hand and dropped to his knees, “Rose, please forgive me” He begged. Rose shook her head. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. We’re done.” She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

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.

A jagged line near his ribs that looked like a knife wound. Elion traced one of the silver lines with his finger. "Cale," Elion whispered. "What happened to you?" Cale tensed under his touch. "History," Cale said. "This isn't history. This is... war." "Survival is a war." "Who did this?" "Time," Cale said. "Mistakes. Failed landings." Elion washed the skin gently, afraid that if he pressed too hard, Cale would shatter. "You've been doing this a long time," Elion said. "Saving people."

His words hung in the room like a dark promise. Alpha Qillalon met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, there was a flicker of understanding between the two alphas. There was no turning back now. The game had changed. The Citadel was at war, and no one was safe. “Agreed,” Elder Mauritius finally said.

This creature... According to what Patrick was saying, it truly was going to be Andrius’ downfall! However, to be safe, the Second War God decided to try it himself. “Insect Doctor, may I give it a try?” Patrick could not help but admire his courage and said solemnly, “Second War God, the Calamity Devouring Insect is not to be taken lightly. Even testing it a little could seriously damage your vitality. Are you sure?” “Come on!”

General Finn put down a book he was holding and walked over to where the king was seated. “Let the men go rest, we shall begin from there…” he was interrupted. “I went, duplicated the scroll of the clash of the battle empires, I made sure it was handed to him by the queen. Guess what happened.” he paused to see the shock on the men’s faces. “My, prince that scroll is as dangerous as a firing in the dry season. Bolivia could be burnt down.” Alpha George stood akimbo, “Tell me, he did not read it...” general Edward Thornfield asked, his hands on his mouth.

Lila could not believe that the monsters she was expecting turned out to be really sweet people. With the way his mom welcomed her from the door, one would never believe that there was truly a war going on between both families. It made her wonder if it was only her family that was keeping up the war or if the Beaumont family was just a bunch of really good actors. She was leaning towards the latter because there was no way they were going to be really sweet towards her that way.