روايات وقصص ضمن Novel About War

I looked tired and worn, but alive. Sarah Mitchell, I thought, trying the name on. Marketing consultant. Grew up in Sacramento. Likes hiking and artisan coffee. Married to David Mitchell. Living in Portland. Normal. Safe. Free. The war was over. Alexei was dead. Morrison was in prison. The Bratva was broken. We'd won. But standing in this bathroom in this small house in this quiet suburb, I realized something unsettling. The war had been easy. Clear objectives. Clear enemies. Clear stakes. Kill or be killed. Survive or die. Simple.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity, that this was no longer a story of love lost. It was the beginning of a war.

he thought he was courting had been stolen and discarded long ago. My wolf shifted, a low, mournful whine vibrating in our shared soul. She didn't understand "purity" or "sin." To her, I was simply the survivor who had outlived the monsters. She nudged at the walls of my shame, trying to remind me that the only thing "lost" was the peace of a girl forced to become a warrior too soon.

“And they’ll kill anyone who gets in their way.” As we burst out into the freezing night, into a waiting car Liam had arranged, I realized something terrifying. The war wasn’t about to end. It was about to get so much worse. And Dominic and I? We were the last two standing on a battlefield built on lies, betrayal, and forbidden love. And we had just declared all-out war.

“Now I think it might be a choice.” Her lips quirked. “Are we choosing it?” He smiled faintly. “We’re surviving it.” They clinked glasses again, firelight flickering between them. And somewhere, in the shadows of the city, a new war was already beginning. Because peace was never truly an option for people like them. Only power. And vengeance. And love forged in fire.

As though the long days of absence, of worry, of waiting, melted away in a single breath. She never threw herself at him. Never abandoned her grace. But when he reached her, she would take his hands and always his hands, holding them as though to reassure herself he was truly there. And my father… A man hardened by war, by command, by the weight of men’s lives, would look at her as though she were the only thing untouched by all of it. The noise, the servants, the soldiers… all of it would fade. For a moment, it was only them. And it had been warm, effortless. Love that warmed my heart.

I can’t remember our pack ever going to war with any other packs except rogues, and even then, we only fought when they attacked us in our own home. “We did what had to be done. All is fair in war, and in war, one side must lose for the victor to emerge. They’ve already caused us so much, it’s only right we repay the favour twice as blunt,” another man spoke, and the rest of the people grunted in approval.

He thought to himself as he left the hallway and went to his private elevator. Going up, he thought that life with Elvie was like handling his company full of issues and anomalies. If there was one thing he’d learned from producing news for over a decade, it was that wars are not measured in words, declarations, or assumptions. They are defined by results, the number of casualties, and the land conquered. The colder they are, the longer they last.

Everything around me was destroyed. The blonde man is lying motionless on the floor in a crumpled heap, his sunglasses laying shattered near him. The hostess gapes at me from behind the counter that somehow managed to survive the explosion, though menus are now scattered across the floor and tables are overturned. I turn slowly, surveying the damage, when my eyes connect with a pair of familiar brown eyes. Owen is staring at me in shock, his eyes flitting from the blonde man on the floor to me. “...Thea?” He says uncertainty, and there's a bit of fear in his voice that makes me flinch.

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.