I Hate War Novels & Stories

"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.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength

“This isn’t just a rumor.” “No,” he admitted. “It’s not.” I didn’t say anything for a moment. My dream hadn’t been just a nightmare. It had been a warning. A glimpse of something coming. “Don’t shut me out,” I said softly. “If there’s a war, I want to fight. I want to be useful.” Zarek studied me. “You just woke up from a nightmare, and now you want to run into battle?” “I’m not afraid of the war,” I said. “I’m afraid of losing people I love without trying to stop it.”

"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."

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

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.

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

The light in my eyes died, replaced by a bottomless abyss of hate. "He didn't. So I'm starting a war."

The youthful look inside them were gone, and was replaced with a wisdom. “I never hated witches. Despite the wars, the lives lost, I’ve never hated them.” He raked a hand through his hair. “There’s no clear answer on where this war started and for someone who’s lived through as many wars as I have, they understand that war has no end as long as hate stays” he looked deeply into my eyes, taking my breath away. “Both sides have killed. There’s no reason to continue this cycle, and you,” his hand gently cupped my cheek.

The psychopathic lord’s curiosity about the girl rose once more, leaving him unable to accept how much she looked like his mother or how stubborn she was. “Because I don’t want to train! I don’t want any part in this war or the abilities that I could use against people; I hate everything about the war. Everything that it has turned people into; turned my brothers into. And I fear you because of who you are, because of what you have done. To me, to my brothers and to mother and father. You are more of a monster than the people described, how could I not be afraid?” The young immortal argued, watching him as his head tilted further; her violet eyes filled with hatred and longing.