Hero Class Civil Warfare Novels & Stories

“Tell us, how are the city militia boys keepin’ up?” Cordia’s father asked, a large piece of pot roast poised on his fork as he asked Carey Adams questions about the war over dinner. Carey chewed a bit before answering. “Very well, sir,” he replied. “We are in fine shape to hold off even the most deliberate of guerrilla raiders. Why, I assure you, even Quantrill himself would not be able to step foot within our city limits without our forces crushing him and his men. Not even the army of Gen. Grant would stand a chance against our fine Lamar fighting troops,” he continued, his chest puffing with pride.

Ide heard lots of horror stories about hitchhiking and people being killed and so on but for some reason I felt like nothing mattered anymore, if someone were to take my life, maybe I would be better off dead than alive anyway. The war had broken out all over England, some towns still intact while other like London, up in flames. People were either locking themselves at home pretending nothing was happening while other going stir crazy in their homes, riots filled streets and police and ambulance sirens filled the air. I managed to listen to snippets on the radio when in people's cars, learning that this was just the begging, people were robbing and breaking into shops, vandalising propertie

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“I just don’t want to lose you again.” A lump rose in my throat. I pressed my forehead against hers. “You won’t. Not this time.” But neither of us truly believed that promise. Later that night, after Adam and Ezra had retreated to the adjoining room, Harley sat across from me, a cup of bitter tea cooling between her hands. “There’s something you should know,” she said quietly. “About the civil war.” I looked up, weary but alert. “What?”

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

“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.

It rains of colors in the streets of the capital as the whole nation of Hymir celebrates the victory of Hymir. With people singing praises to the gods, and festivities in every corner of the capital. Guards and citizens alike drowned themselves with alcohol, feasting with meats, fruits, and bread. Children ran around playing with their wooden swords, re-enacting the glorious battle that consolidated the power of Hymir. With the army coming back with smiles on their lips, a victory that was taken at a cusp. Despite the lives that were taken away from them, the lives that were spared with the swift decision Colfre has when he ordered for the walls to be broken down through the use of canons sa

He crossed the distance between them and took the paper from her hands. “You are kidding me.” Daniel’s sigh reflected the frustration he felt after seeing the name written on the paper. During the war, Marcus led only a small group of his followers, causing chaos on the battlefield. His brutality preceded him. Everyone feared to meet him on the battlefield. But there was also another man whose reputation ran around the country like a wind. The man who had no mercy with mercenaries and warriors, but protected every single civilian who came under his hands. It was this man who secured the victory for Allus Sierra during the last war.

Colonel Zakariah stood at the precipice of chaos, his country torn apart by the flames of civil war. For two long years, he had fought tirelessly against the rebels who sought to overthrow the government he had sworn to protect. But with each passing day, the conflict had only escalated, leaving destruction and despair in its wake.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”