I Hate War Novels & Stories

“They don’t hate you. They hate what you stand for. They hate your people and everything they’ve done to us.” “You’ve killed just as many of us,” I point out quietly. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” “But you don’t know.” His head tilts slightly. “You were never really told anything about this war, were you?” I swallow back the bitterness. “No.” “Because you chose to be ignorant or because you didn’t have a choice?” “Does anyone really choose to be ignorant?” “You’d be surprised.” “Well, I didn’t choose it,” I snapped.

Why then won't I hate the people who killed her in cold blood? I hate Zayden and I will continue hating him till my last breath. As I walk past Tessa, I muttered to myself that this is just the beginning of the war between Zayden and me. He might be the winner now but I am damn sure I will have the last laugh.

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

Now he thought about what I'll do for Jace, the kne I loved fiercely. Innocent people will surely die, but I don't care. That's the beauty of war, in fact, that's the fuel for soldiers. Blood, death, it's what drives us to do more. I've gone soft and that's why they lost their respect for me, but it's high time I teach them a lesson. “Matteo,” I staggered, my voice barely audible. “I swear, I'll burn Vargo alive. I'll tear down that velvet pit with my bare hands and lit it up with him!”

"If you had been there for Michael, maybe he wouldn't be gone now." Jonathan's heart ached with guilt, his own grief mingling with the weight of his mother's blame. "Mom, I didn't know... I couldn't have known that he was going to be in that situation." “You’re murderer! A killer. I hate you! It’s all your fault.” If words could kill Jonathan would be dead by now. He bit his lower lip and swallowed hard because those were the words he wanted to hear from his own mother. His eyes were a little tearful and like a little child he lookedbat his father asking for help.

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

“I don’t want them to get hurt. Not for me.” “You will have to make peace with the fact that it might happen. This is war, Willow. People will die, but it’s not on you okay? It’s on them. We’ve been…even the vampires have been peaceful, but they…they’re so hateful.” “Don’t you hate them too?” I shake my head. “I never trusted humans, but I never hated any of them.” “But you didn’t like them?” “So what? Humans don’t even like each other, why should I be held to a higher standard? They are just…hateful, bigoted…and they think they’re soooo special and should rule over everyone and everything.

“Lucas trusts you more than anyone. I've seen my nephew, I've seen the way he regards you and the way he treats others. He is also terrified of losing you. Can’t you see that?” Her words annoyed me, not because she wasn't taking my side but because she was making unrefutable points, and I sank back onto the bed, my head in my hands. “I just... I hate this, Mom. I hate all of it. The war, the fighting, the loss. I hate that no matter what I do, it’s never enough and they would all keep dying.”

I wipe my face with shaking hands, mascara smearing, eyes burning. No more. This is the last time I cry over that bastard. If it’s chaos you want, then you’ve got it. Because from this day forward… I choose war.