I Choose Peace Novels & Stories

Named themselves Peace. "I am Peace," they said quietly. "I am calm. I am still. I am no longer fighting. No longer struggling. No longer at war internally. I am Peace. I am singular consciousness without conflict. Without incompatibility. Without internal warfare. I am Peace. And Peace is exactly what I needed. What I wanted. What I choose. I am Peace. Finally. Completely. Absolutely. I am Peace." The third consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Memory.

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

It shapes us, and we choose to build something better from its wreckage. We choose peace. We choose each other. Together. Always. The hawk cries once more overhead, a lonely, soaring sound that doesn’t speak of mourning anymore, but of freedom. I lift my face to the sky, feeling the sunlight finally warm my skin, and smile. The future is ours now. And this time, we are ready to claim it

Not to prove anything, not to seek attention, but to remind others that they were not alone. After a while, she straightened slightly and moved her hands back to the keyboard. There was one more thing she wanted to add. Not a long message. Not something complicated. Just a final thought. She began typing again. “Sometimes the people you trust and love the most will disappoint you.” She paused briefly, her expression calm. “They may betray you. They may break you in ways you never expected.” Her fingers moved with quiet certainty. “But always choose peace over chaos. Choose healing over revenge. Choose yourself, even when it feels difficult.”

"We shall one day stand on the stage of highest honor and shine as brightly as the sun." I muttered softly, "I did it, Shawn. If there's a next life, I hope you'll achieve the same." A gentle breeze caressed my ears. I finally let go of my past in pursuit of a brand new future.

I said in determination, "No matter their reason, the wounds they inflicted have already been etched into my heart. They can be sorry all they want, but it wouldn't change anything. It'll only make things worse." The System didn't try to convince me. Instead, its voice turned cheerful. "All right, then. I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of your life, and may you be free from pain and illness. Goodbye."

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

~IVY~ The first thing I learn about peace is that it’s quiet and loud. The latter is not the screaming, exploding kind of loud. No spells ripping the sky, no bodies hitting stone. This kind of loud is messier. It’s voices overlapping in halls that were once silent. Doors slamming. Laughter breaking out at the wrong times. Crying breaking out at the worst ones. It’s life trying to figure out how to move again after being knocked flat. Blackthorn Academy is alive in a way it hasn’t been since before the fight.

Without thinking too much about it, I leaned sideways, letting my head rest against his shoulder. He didn’t stiffen. Didn’t pull away. His arm shifted, slow and careful, until his hand rested against my arm. His thumb brushed once, then again, grounding. Gentle. “I mean it,” I murmured. “This… peace. The love between them. Is it really so hard for other packs and kingdoms to be like this?” He was quiet for a moment. “Peace,” he said eventually, “takes work. And choice. Every day.” I tilted my head slightly against him. “Seems worth it.”

Suddenly, my name was everywhere—in newspapers, TV, always accompanied by the title "Rising Star of Agriculture" Just as I was fully immersed in planning an agriculture and livestock center, I received a text from Nigel. "New Year is coming up. There's a class reunion, are you going?" "Of course." "I could use the opportunity to pull in some funding for my livestock center." On the day of the reunion, I got up early, did my makeup, and picked a low-profile car from my garage. Then I instructed my driver to take me to the city. But I never expected to run into Tyler along the way.