Chief Of War Novels & Stories

Erin had been through hell, and somehow, against all odds, he had made it back. "General Frederick Johnson," Erin began, his voice steady but full of weight, "was the third in command to the Belvarian Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He only survived the war because of his duty. He kept his head down, followed protocol, but when everything fell apart, it was that same sense of duty that kept him alive." Erin’s eyes seemed distant as he recalled the man, the memories clearly etched in his mind.

I can hear my sister outside of the cabin, listing off who will and won’t be going into battle today. Some of my friends make the list, including Kita who is only two weeks older than me. I can’t help but feel bitter, as I stand there cleaning the dishes left over from breakfast. The previous chief was laid back, he was fairly well know for bending the rules. Not that it had gone over well. But his time caught up with him, he passed peacefully in his sleep a month ago, at the ripe old age of 96. Now Sila, my sister, was the chief.

Most of the members were pack elders. Each pack chooses our best warriors to stay at the headquarters to help the council. As for me, I assigned my warrior and tracker heads on my behalf, along with their trusted subordinates. The responsibilities as council members are too much, but we can’t do anything about it since we have our responsibilities. In the headquarters, they call me chief. And thankfully, during my leadership, council members were not as old as during my dad’s time. “Chief,” Elder Lance of the Moon Stone Pack greeted.

When his Chief’s time ended, he was to become visible to other vampires and could resume a regular life. Khafil was in tune with all Sarim’s moods and emotions. Chiefs had to have protectors. Mothers were the first protector. After Chiefs reached vaperty, they were taken from their mothers. From that point on, the young Chief belonged to the fathers, or Vahantes, and the council. As the protector, he was the only one who could tell Sarim exactly what he thought. Khafil did not have to color his opinions in the hopes of not riling his superior. He always offered his opinions about Sarim’s plans, attitudes, and other relationships. Khafil’s primary duty in life was his Chief.

He signaled to the remaining commanders to follow George. "Soldiers, keep up! Don't relent, don't relent, don't relent! Go hard!" He yelled. The soldiers continued in their training exercises while the chief commander ran after the rest. Calhoun was just finishing his first sentence when they arrived. They all bowed simultaneously. "Greetings my king!" "Sit," Calhoun ordered. "Now as I was saying, we have been challenged for war." "War?" The chief commander reiterated. "Who dares to challenge us to war?"

"Don't worry, Raymond. You'll learn in no distant time. At the moment, go and gather the elders. Tell them that what they feared has come upon them. Gather the warriors too. They should be made ready for what is to come as I believe these men will be back before the week runs out and we must be ready each day. The chief warrior should appear before me in the throne room at once. I must ensure that we win this war with minimal losses. We need people to grace my wedding and not ghosts." "Yes, Alpha." He turned around and walked away so he could meet The Eagle. Any message to be conveyed to the elders had to pass through him as he knew how to get them all together in a very short time. They all

"Bring your squad, we'll find those humans and give them the death they crave." Rafael was one of the lieutenants, and he grudgingly nodded. "Gord." "Yes, Mr. Chief." "You are wise, you are in charge of the rest of the army while I'm away." "B-but–" "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Maruk's words were obscured, but Gord could sense the chief's wrath in them. "Understood! I will not disappoint you!" The chief led the charge, and the beastmen trailed after as they left the camp and ventured deep into the forest.

said Adharva, never one to have bothered with subtlety. "A fight with Maheraya is not advisable," said Rishi. "I don't think it is a matter of choice. Their army just conquered the last Chief before our borders begin," said Adharva. "However, there is difference between fighting a Chief and a King. You are also conquering Chief's in the other direction," said Rishi. Samar however said "You know what is best for this country. We both will stand with you till the end on anything." "We just have to find a cellar to hide the little prince," said Adharva seriously looking at Dhruv, their youngest brother who stood behind Rishi now, having walked in a moment before.

The Chief of Staff in Somerland—Mason Stefani. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Abraham Jones, nicknamed God of War, administrated over the local forces and the Special Task Force. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Dirk Schuman, nicknamed God of Military, governed the military department and Falcon. These three were all guardians in the God Rank. At the time, they were the highest combat power on the surface of Somerland. The remaining seven members were all masters that were halfway to the God Rank and were all managing their own affairs.

James said with a frown on his forehead. “General War is the supreme leader of all troops, he can only be commanded by the king. Of course he's my leader,” Ben explained. The explanation made James' ears turn red. This was seen by Alen who quickly commented, “Don't be too sure that you are the chosen one. Remember! Your opponent is tough. Riley and ... Josh Cleve.” James snorted in exasperation, looking offended, “No need to remind me. My memory is still very good.”