I Hate War Novels & Stories

"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.

"Hindi kami dumaan dito nung magpunta kami sa palasyo mo." He shrugs. "This place is abandoned after the war." Napatingin ako sa kan'ya. "Why do you hate our country so much?" tanong ko ipang maliwanagan dahil hindi naman nakasulat sa libro ang dahilan kung bakit nga ba ayaw niya sa Ardan. "Who said that?" "What?" "i don't hate your country, Juliet. I just love war." Napasimangot ako sa sinabi niya. What did I expect?

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.

It made me wonder how I could have ignored it in the first instance. “Fuck!” I hissed. “This war is inevitable.”

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.

“She really got some nerves.” There is going to be war in this house because I already hate her.

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.

Brittany said as she looked at me with pout. Sounds as ridiculous as your pout! "Whatever I don't care! Let's go." I said as I wiped her lipstick that was smudge over my lips. ____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh

“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.”