Military Break Letters Novels & Stories

All black leather with arms and torso exposed under a leather vest, tattoos visible. “Give it to me,” she rumbled, her hand outstretched toward her father, who still held the offensive letter. He glanced at Dax, who was staring blankly at Marian. Dax nodded lightly, and Corien handed the note to his daughter. She and Misha read it. Marian’s lips pursed, Misha’s expression did not change. “Nothing to add?” Brock said caustically, his eyes on the Bloodrayne prince. “What would I add, Beta Brock?” Misha replied pleasantly, addressing Brock formally by both name and title.

He shivered in the mornings cold, mist coming out of his nostrils. She took the letter from his hand and gave a smile. "Thank you." She watched as he walked away, then closed the door behind her, sinking onto the ground against it. Her heart was beating so fast against her chest. Her fingers trembled as she broke the seal. Her eyes travelled over the words so perfectly written. Not a single smudge of ink was out of place. To: Commander Cael From: Headquarters, Althara. His Majesty, Supreme Alpha King Theron IV of the Crescent Moon Pack.

Luna commanded, her voice carrying the weight of authority and urgency. Alpha Burst, a steadfast ally in Nampa's struggle, nodded in understanding. He swiftly set about penning a letter to Alpha Zephyr, the enigmatic leader of the neighboring territory. The ink on the parchment chronicled Nampa's actions, the sinister group's threat, and the plea for assistance in the face of an impending battle. The letter, sealed with the mark of Nampa, was entrusted to the swiftest messenger in the pack.

My hands stopped writing my letter for Joshua as I could not believe that would be the question he would ask from. "Are you writing some kind of a letter?" he added. Perhaps he recognized the flow of the process. "You know, when I was a kid, my wolf also love sending letters to strangers." My wolf totally forgot to continue writing my letter when my attention was focused on Nathaniel. I only expected that it was only Joshua among the millions of male humans and wolves who still write letters. Because of that, undeniably, Nathaniel got a plus point from me. "When our troops will be deployed, sending letters back to our families were the only thing that could ease off our awful days," he added

No crest. No signature. No pack markings. That alone told me everything I needed to know. I took it. I broke the seal. My eyes scanned the contents once. Just once. The world seemed to sharpen around me, sounds fading until all I could hear was my own heartbeat. The guard shifted nervously. “Alpha…?” I folded the letter carefully and slid it into my palm. When I looked up, whatever heat had lived in my eyes was gone. "Leave." I didn't repeat myself.

Gerald must have given it to her. She broke the dark red wax seal with a snap of her finger and as she pulled out the letter inside, the broken wax fell onto the bedsheet beside me. I couldn't look away as stamped into the red wax was a clear, terrifying symbol.. stylized, sharp “G,” wrapped tightly by thorn-like shapes. I knew that symbol.. every Alpha in our world did…!

“See for yourself.” Greg looked at the letter for a moment before picking it up and unfolding it. His eyes quickly scanned the inky script and his expression grew darker as time passed. He finally recognized the notes; it was from one of the packs he had taken over during his travels. They were declaring war on them, saying that Greg had broken the treaty by taking one of theirs. Greg crumpled the letter in his hand, his face was red with anger. “This is ridiculous. They can’t possibly think they have a right—”

I asked in a whisper of a breath so I didn’t crack in half from the pain. He knew what I meant, and gave me a sympathetic smile before dealing my fate. “Indefinitely. You’ll be on the medication until we get you going with some serious trauma therapy. This episode, this ‘parataxic distortion’ you experienced, it will come back. It always does until it’s dealt with. But with how fragile you are right now, we have to wait until you can handle it because it will dig at your core and bring up all sorts of nasty memories you’ve suppressed and buried for years.” Just say it…say the word… Broken. A step away from being institutionalized.

She squeezed her two hands and her cheeks turned red at the thought of being beside him all her life. Emily was startled and distracted from her thoughts as the intercom on her text began to beeb and blink red light. She had been lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the telephone vibrating, so the president had to communicate her with the intercom. She quickly picked up the telephone as it began to vibrate again. "Set up a board meeting in the next ten minutes." Gustavo announced. "Yes sir." She replied and he hung up at once. She took out the telephone again and called to the other staffs to pass the information.

Sitting on the bed, I clutched my phone and had 911 on speed dial. “You did this to yourself,” I said. “I was wrong, okay!” He got down on his knees, crying with his hands over his head. “I’m sorry! I’m begging you! Just drop the charges! Tell the school that the evidence was fake—” “It’s real.” I cut him off. He lifted his head, his gaze menacing. “I’ll make you pay!” Taylor pounced on me. I stepped out of the way and dialed the emergency number. “911? My address is Unit 702 at Surmount Complex. An intoxicated individual broke into my room and tried to attack me.”