Modern War Books の小説・ストーリー

Each wooden ledge branded with a faded, handwritten label proclaiming— HISTORY. World War I. World War II. Forgotten battles in faraway places she’d vaguely heard of. The patriarchal pissing contest that stained our collective yesterdays recounted, retold, revisited in page after ponderous page. Heavy tomes groaning with the weight of mistakes made and hearts broken. Hopes dashed and success stolen. Forgotten lives buckling under the burden of dreams lost. She strolled, her eyes scanning the large letters embossed on covers puckered and creased. The dog-eared corners of aged paper discovered when the book was lifted, turned, opened.

Why didn't anyone say that people killed each other in war! “Greed is the opposite of humility and moderation. One wants more than the other. Not because you need it, just to accumulate it. A very bad quality that doesn't make you happy! ”The gray broke off his speech to see if Raen would come along. And when he nodded, he went on: “We gave the Askharers our hand, but they wanted to devour us with all our skin and hair! So do other peoples. Fortunately, we have been able to prevent that to this day, thanks to the gift of the Spirit and Al Setna, our blessed protector, and his loyal warriors! ” “ And what about the Great War and the lost provinces? Have they failed there, our warriors? ”Raen

he muttered, trying to save face. “But you’re suggesting that all of us should be,” Darius shot back without missing a beat. “Look, we’re warriors, yes. But I’m talking about strategy—about maximising our advantage. Packs are already preparing. Take Alpha Jericho, for example; his warriors are rumoured to be equipped with illegal weapons that make his confidence in battle almost a given. If he’s armed to the teeth and we show up with nothing but claws, we’re at a disadvantage.”

He was outside an incredible holy place and his cock was rock hard. "You know the acidic and rusting taste of blood in your mouth. Especially when you bite to the bone and get that gristle. That sickening crack just is music to my ears," his Alpha began to speak, as War glared at him wondering why he was talking of such things." Or when you rip the stomach open. All the guts and intestine look like those long-ass Italian sausage. " War killed. A lot. One thing he hated thought was talking about killing. It made him queasy. "And that's how you tame that monster dick of yours. I need a standing ovation."

He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword. Mithraos turned back in time to slice open a sword wielder's head. Wars gave him a kind of high that nothing else does. The sound of a conch was heard and all swords were lowered as the sun lowered into the horizon. ----------------- Adharva Malvan raised an eyebrow as he heard of the war in South. "He is stepping out of a line when he touches our ally," said the minister Pahlan. "Indeed," said Adharva as he looked on into the darkness. -------------------

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

Maurice walked ahead as I scurried behind him, gazing around at the unending land of graves, "Growing up, my grandfather would tell me stories, about how people started to go missing in a bulk 50 years ago, the police had no leads, and when no one was coming forward with information, one after the other the cases became cold, and the public became outraged, started a fucking world war, end of the fucking world," he chuckled with a snort, looking back at me who was fighting to keep up, I was growing weaker and weaker with every step I took, "Why? Why were they fighting?" I swallowed hard, "Instead of trying to figure out where these missing people are?"

The Law of War" will finally have a sequel, but not until late 2020 or early 2021” "What's your current favorite book?" - “Right now, I'm really into Camillia-Rose Hunter's books. I just finished the "Don't Watch" trilogy, and started "Please, kill me". Her writing style, the way she carries us through her stories, everything about her fascinates me. Besides, I understand why she was awarded the Golden Cross of Literature and the Order of Culture. The talent she has at such a young age it is becoming more and more rare. I'll tell you frankly, I would love to produce many of these books in film, especially the ones I just mentioned”.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Legacy is not what you leave behind. It’s what you prevent.” “The best men don’t try to survive the war. They try to make sure their sons don’t have to fight it.” —Lorenzo

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.