I Hate War Novels & Stories

She shook her head again, her face lined with worry. “She’s a mother herself. How…what’s happened to us?” “Too much hate. Too much power,” I said. “Too much of a lust for blood and vengeance. War never makes friends out of enemies. The opposite. It solidifies that hate. The war between spears and may have been fought in our fathers’ time, but we inherit the hate, the bad blood. It doesn’t just go away. It carries down generation to generation.” “I don’t hate you.”

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***

Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance. "Yup!" They both said while giving me flat tone. "What's got into you bro's!" I said to them but still they all look at me seriously. "Woah seriously? Gezz fine I'll answer your questions ok!" I said as they still like to pushed that topic so I surrender. " Of course we all wanted to have someone to love and cherish ok? But not for now!" I said while giving them cheeky smile. "Idiot!" Blake mumbled.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

I hold her arm and take her out of this tensed environment back to our room. I bare my teeth at him and he backs off, lingering out of the room casually. She gets up off of my lap and looks at me. "I have never liked war," she murmurs softly. "They result in massacres. Blood bathes the street, corpses litter the forests, and the smell of death lingers in the air for weeks."

“Are you really going to start a war in her name?” I stayed silent, letting the question linger between us. Wars weren’t friendly disputes or minor quarrels. No, wars were bloodbaths that stretched for months, maybe years. A reaper’s call sweeping through the souls of everyone who dared cross its path, innocent or guilty alike. Would I really do it? Would I bring terror into years of peace for the sake of a woman? “Yes.” I finally said, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t be the first to start a war for love, and I won’t be the last.”

"You my child are the one who will be able to win this war " "Pretty woman there is no winner in war, there is only loss and why exactly would I get involved in a war that has nothing to do with me?" "I know you are not a bad person, I know you care about innocent people dying and that you hate war the most" " You know nothing about what type of person I am and even if I do fight that war it will be my decision on who's side I am. I won't just side with you just because you asked me to"

“Why are you destroying our peaceful lives? Can’t you see that a lot of people are suffering because of you?” The enemy commander blinked several times before shrugging his shoulders. “I love wars,” he answered. “I love the thrills and excitement.” “But, the people, the innocent….” “People suffered every day.” He shrugged callously. “War or not.” “No, you can’t do this.”

One thing Usher would remember for the rest of his life was that war never brought anything good. On the contrary, only bad things came out of war—death, pain, loss, suffering. For this reason, he would do everything in his power to ensure that there would be no more wars in the future—at least not in his lifetime—even if it meant making extreme choices.

Mark softly stated. I now understand that my mother's status as a refugee is the reason; they do not want me. My father suffered from mental shock and depression after his two legal wives decided to leave him to my mother, who is merely a family servant and a noble slave and war refugee. This could be due to the paranoia complex that resulted from the previous extreme hardships and attacks between my family members. "