It's A Paradise And It's A Warzone Novels & Stories

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

Registus said in a bloodthirsty tone, “Initiate the ‘extermination plan’. Create more powerful insect soldiers and eliminate them all.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” The Second War God’s expression changed greatly as he immediately accepted the order. ... In a hospital in the western area, when Andrius woke up and looked out the window to see the vast desert, he realized that he was in the Western Warzone. “You’re awake.” Beside him, a gentle voice with a hint of sobbing spoke.

childhood, i was busy hiding around Jugular for years, we sure have a problem and the bigger problem is love, love from these heavenly beings, their love is wicked than hate, tell me, how do you deal with a war that can't be seen, war that sock away your breath, war that can't be predict, how do you defend yourself against enemies that floats, enemies that can set a kingdom on fire just to kill a mosquetoe, they are treat my lords, we shall worship only but living with giants that can bring to an end our world before we wake, we shall not agree to.we have had of the land called, the land of gods and goddesses, place bigger than our world, a land that expands, the only place where war can be

Sonia looked out the window watching nature and how beautiful it was. Austin leaned closer. “How do you feel about seeing the mayor today?” “It feels unreal. I’m excited.” Sonia said. “That’s good. The mayor will be pleased to meet you.” She smiled faintly. “Thank you, sir.” Austin raised an eyebrow. “What did I tell you about calling me ’sir’?” “I’m sorry. I’m not used to it yet.” Sonia replied. An hour later, the jet landed in San Francisco. A black Porsche was waiting.

Not just motherhood. But war.

Of this war they’ve chosen to lose together, rather than win alone. When the sun begins to rise, paradise is painted in ash. And I know this—whatever we are, whatever we’ve become—is going to burn to the end. And I don’t care. I want to burn with them.

And now, everything was different. Everything was war.

maybe this is what peace looks like. Or, well—whatever the version of peace is that ends in digital warfare and social collapse. Close enough.

And I realize with stunning clarity that this isn’t the wedding. This is just the beginning of the war.