First Contact War Novels & Stories

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

“So… we simply activated all of them.” Rachel whispered. “It became by no means approximately preventing Phase Zero.” I nodded, my pulse pounding. “We simply began Phase One.” My telecel smartphone buzzed. A message. Unknown: “Welcome to the brand new world.” I exhaled. Then I raised my gun. “Not yet.” The War Against the Phoenix Has Begun.

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter details the first contact with the Hollow Men, the horror of fighting an enemy that doesn't bleed, and the tactical nightmare of waging war in a vacuum. HELEN’S P.O.V. War usually has a sound. It is a cacophony of shouting men, cracking gunfire, and the wet thud of violence. But this war began in silence. We hit the ground in the clearing of the Old Estate—the place where the Pack House

“Sarah doesn’t know. No one else does. And I need it to stay that way, Lucas. I mean it. If the wrong person finds out about this, it could be disastrous.” “I’m not going to tell anyone,” he said firmly. “You know that.” I did know that, actually. It was a big part of why I was sitting in his car at this hour. Why I had told him first before everyone else. Because Lucas was levelheaded and loyal, and he would help me do what needed to be done without causing a catastrophe. “So about that plague,” he said. “You really think it’s going to come back this time around?” I nodded. “The war is the same, although it’s happening much sooner in this timeline than the last one. Before, we won, but the

“Lead the charge!” Garreth nodded, his expression hard and resolute. The Mafian warriors roared in unison as they charged forward, meeting the Council’s and the Alliance special forces head-on. The clash of steel and the guttural growls of wolves shifting into their battle forms filled the air. The ground beneath my feet trembled as the war began. “Cara, this way!” Emily shouted, pulling me out of my daze. I turned to see her already guiding a group of scared wide-ed children toward the town hall. Mothers and elders followed, their faces pale with fear.

Wars that had never happened. Lives that had never been chosen. Every rejected possibility— returned. Kael stared in horror. Auren whispered: “Daddy…” Kael held his hand. “I know.” Veyr looked at the endless army approaching. “There are too many.” The First Father raised his weapon. “Then we fight.” The First Kael smiled. “Finally.” The Creator looked at Kael. “This is the war that I feared.” Kael raised his weapon. “What war?” The Creator looked toward the approaching armies.

, the part of Neo-Tokyo that the triplets had tried to elevate but never quite managed to sanitize, the war began. ​It wasn't a war of resonance-beams or digital redactions. It was a war of fire and iron. Hundreds of men in scavenged exo-suits, led by a brute named Vark, Thorne’s former right hand, began a systematic assault on the Vane outposts.

he was laughing hard before the video signed off. Dunreft stared at the empty screen. And for a moment, he waited further, for someone else, perhaps an enemy leader, to appear in the video but there was just a blank screen. Dunreft thought it dismaying. 15 years of battle yet not one instance of contact. The unknown invaders just kept on sending forces--- a never-ending reinforcement, reducing the war to utter senselessness. And now for the first time ever WDF has received their first ever communication with the enemies, yet not one enemy leader bothered to honor them with a face.

The shadows began to retreat, melting into the ground, disappearing as if pulled back by invisible chains. Then the temperature dropped. The sky split open. Five figures emerged from the darkness. They walked forward slowly, confidently, their presence alone crushing the air around us. Ancient power radiated from them so heavily that it felt hard to breathe. Their eyes glowed with unnatural light, each different and terrifying. The First Ones. They stood before us in the flesh. And in that moment, I knew without a doubt… The real war had just begun. **************