I Hate War Novels & Stories

“What a pathetic Alpha, you are scared of him? He is a man like you.” I felt a sting on my left cheek. My lips curled up into a sneer. “So much anger, so much power. I have a question for you Ryker. Why waste it hitting a woman? Why don’t you declare war on him? If you are man enough fight him and put an end to your people’s suffering. Or are you scared?” “Scared?” Ryker asked, his tone filled with sarcasm. “If I was scared, I would not have walked into your father’s territory and snatched you right under his nose.”

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 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.

"I don’t want the war. It’s not about winning or losing. I just—" I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I hate war." And I did. Before my pregnancy, I had fought in three wars. I had seen blood spill, watched my comrades—my people—fall. They weren’t just soldiers; they were family. Each death weighed on me like a permanent scar, a reminder of what war truly cost. I had vowed that if I ever got the chance, I would stop it. But here I was, standing on the brink of yet another one.

Well, she already hates me, so let her continue hating me because it only solidifies my own vow to destroy her and everything she stands for. This is war.

Hated that Damion had humiliated me. But most of all, I hated that some part of me still wanted her fire, even as it scorched me alive. This wasn’t the end. No. It was the beginning of war.

I'm not just at war with Liam or the men around me—I'm at war with myself. Maybe it's my past. Maybe it's just who I am. Maybe... oh no. Do I hate men? The realization hits like a slap. My breath hitches. My pulse pounds. I hate men. That's why I lash out. That's why I react with anger to the smallest things they do. It's not about them. It's about me. No. That can't be right. I don't hate men. I mean, who would? They're just... part of the world, part of us.

I’ll go towards the forbidden forests and seek refuge with the witches. My head hurts as I think of all the things that could go wrong if a war suddenly breaks out. If I had to pick a side, I would choose the werewolves. I’d rather be a slave to them than have a blood sucker sink it’s teeth into my neck. I hope they all die in their stupid war. I hope they cut each other’s heads off and disappear from this world for good. The humans have suffered so much already. I’m so tired and my heart hurts every time I think of it.

That betrayal turned me into the person I am today. Losing my mother at that age was a very difficult thing for me to cope with. I began to despise the people around me because no one had shown me so much love as my mother used to. I loved her. Why then won't I hate the people who killed her in cold blood? I hate Jordan 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 Jordan and me. He might be the winner now but I am damn sure I will have the last laugh. ****