Embers Of War Book Novels & Stories

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

They were about who was left standing. I drained my glass, set it down carefully, and picked up my phone again. War wasn’t about battles. It was about stories. And I’d already started writing hers.

Jia informed everone. We all moved to get some food. There was a wide spread of food on the table and everyone started filling their plates. Jia went and sat with Jess and Owen. Simon followed her to join them at same table. Which made my jaws clench. I sat at the table beside them with Alpha Ace and Alpha Philip. "I had met Warrior Kent a few years back. He was a great Warrior." Simon told Jia "Yes, he was." She replied with a tight smile. "I know you must be missing him a lot, he must have been a wonderful mate." Slymi said. Has he lost his brains? Why he keeps reminding her of her lost mate?

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

Baldwin said. The meeting was dismissed and all the elders went back to their quarters while Baldwin went back to the pack ancestral library, he wants to read of all scenarios that caused a war in times past. He read through almost all the books only to find out that before the great purge, most wars were caused by packs having witches and after the great purge the problem became the moon diamond, everyone wanted the diamond to be in their possession, but the blood moon pack successfully won the battles and kept the moon diamond to themselves. Baldwin came up with an idea and smiled then said;

But a year ago, we got a knock on our door that changed our lives forever. (*FLASHBACK. LAST YEAR*) "Liza come on we need to hurry! They will be home soon!" Mom yelled. "I'm coming hold your horses heifer geesh!" I laughed as I bound down the stairs. Today my dad, Stephen, and my two brothers, Cole and Cam, were suppose to come home from the war. "I am so glad their tours are finally over, this war in Iraq has been so scary." I said as I grabbed my purse. We were planning a family barbeque, since we got their letters two weeks ago confirming the date.

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

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?"

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.