I Hate War Novels & Stories

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

She asked. “Yeah…. why? Is something wrong?” I asked. “Alpha Owen is not only an asshole but he isn’t someone one should reason with. I’m sure he would not agree because, he had always enjoyed war and so he would agree to war and never for peace.” she said. “That’s a bit concerning.” I said, worried about what this meant for our efforts to avoid war. “What makes you say that about Alpha Owen? Has he been hostile towards your pack in the past?” I asked.

No more nice guy, no more playing the game, no more trying to save him. He doesn't deserve saving when he's purposely trying to cause more of a war between our families. It's something he knows I hate. I mentioned it before we figured out who each of us were. I said I hated the issues between my family and another. His. In his mind, though, it's all fun and games.

I replied to him. I knew very well that this war was a tricky one. It was a war that would win or lose, a war that both sides could lose, a war that would cost too much. This wasn’t a war for lands or people or expansion, this was a war of anger, a war of pressed down anger and I knew that it was going to be bloody, nothing was going to stop people, not even me. Not that I planned to. “Amira..” Jonathan whispered as he took a few steps towards me and I immediately two a few steps backwards.

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “Why do you hate me so

I couldn’t leave her side, could I? “H-hurry…” was the last thing luna Shar said to me before she fell limp beside me. Tears fell down my cheeks as I realised she had already passed away. I hated wars. They were unfair, cruel, and such a waste of life. What was any of it for, except to stroke the egos of those who believed they deserved more than anyone else?

she moans, playing with her nipples. I'm only half listening. What the hell is she talking about? The war was a failure? Who the hell wanted a war in the first place? I damn sure didn't! None of us wanted the war! We were only doing it to protect those we love... and to stop the Earth from dying. "Oh... Angie... I... I gotta..." I can't even finish as flashes of light blast behind my eyelids. I can't stop it, but it hurts so damn much right now! I want to quit... but I can't!

I trail off and Zena just watches me quietly. “What?” “So you believe war is necessary for peace or that is just what your father embedded in you?” Her tone is not harsh but her words are and it irks me. These siblings have the same brain cells. “So you want us to fold our hands together while those non-human rip us apart? They’re already making the first move, soon everybody is going to be in danger. I’m still learning about them, I will get the hang of it very soon.” “I don’t like wars, I grew up in a household where going to wars, killing, giving blood for blood is normal. I don’t want such in our generation but it seems it can’t be helped,” Her shoulders sacks as she thinks about it.