Famous War Books Novels & Stories

Stephan said, pointing at the pile of books. They begin arranging the books, and it took them a while until closing hours. Stephan hasn’t said a word to Omar all the while, which kept him worried. “What sort of human is this, working none stop like a robot?” Omar kept on murmuring to himself. They finished arranging the books after a while and Omar sat on a chair looking so tired.

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

Books about the war that occurred hundreds of years ago. Sant walked across his room, rambling on and on. “Just so you know, the distance I have to travel from the front gate to your room is farther than jumping through the trees and entering through the verandah.” Then he clucked. “Tell your brother not to build a house as big as a palace.” “He wasn’t the one who build it,” Lev muttered. Sant came over to him and propped one hand on the edge of the table. “What are you reading?” he asked while looking at the book Lev was reading. “Is this a book about the war?”

Too bad because I'd have worn one. He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I'll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I've read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Civil War but not this one. I pick up the hardcover and hate the fact that my Nook reader is back in my apartment. I'd love nothing more than a good murder thriller right now.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

"Seriously? You think only you alphas can be strategic thinkers? Anyone can learn this shit if they put in the effort and have access to the right materials." "What exactly did you read?" another elder asked, skepticism still dripping from his voice. "Everything," I said with a shrug. "The 48 Laws of Power, The Art of War, On War, and The Book of Five Rings. I even went through historical campaign texts, old border strategies, diplomatic conflicts. I've got them all memorized—every tactic, every major misstep made by arrogant leaders who thought their strength alone would save them." Their expressions slowly shifted from guarded disbelief to something resembling grudging respect. One leaned

“He’s just a worker at the auction house and from the little we've seen I don't think Jamal's gonna start a war over him.” “More wars have started for less, I'm not putting anything past him.” Damian replied, rising from his sit and walking across the table to the shelve of books that occupied an entire wall. Old dusty books, Novels, biographies, textbooks, Government records, Mafia history, He had it all and he was proud to say he had read every single piece of literature that occupied a space on that shelf. “Do you read Don?” “Not really.” Don said calmly as he watched Damian moved from one end to another as he browsed through the columns.

The people used to have communal gatherings where the elders would tell stories of their history. I continue to search amongst all the books I can possibly get to. Hours pass without my notice. Alexander quickly clocks out on the activity, leaving me all alone in my quest. According to him, it's too boring to hold his attention. I come across a book that catches my attention. Its a record of all the crimes the members of the warlock community have committed. I look through the list, searching for anything that looks like murder. There's only theft, fights, assaults and other crimes but no murders. Then I come across one particular name on the list – Zechariah Hunt.

“I hope you didn’t think that vampires were alive.” “How does that work, though? Dead people walking among us is something we don’t believe.” “Now you know how the rest of the people in the world feel about us. They believe that we are all just myths.” “Yeah and I’m happy they do. Otherwise we would have a big war on our heads. If we did we would be fucked because not all the wolves work well with every other wolf.” “True, that’s why you get your ass out there and make the best of friends with other packs.”