Novel About War Novels & Stories

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.

The shadowed presence of Nova waits. We come up for air and I ask my next question. "Do you think about what will happen when there's no one left to fight?" His head tilts down so he's looking at me. "I think there will always be war; it's the blight of mankind." "Is that what you want?" He tugs one of my braids. "You're thinking about your grandmother's journal. What's this about?" His eyes hold mine, and he has no idea how much I love him. He can't. "The white picket fence, a dog by the hearth, a baby crawling on the floor?"

Sarah's Pov - This situation seems quite familiar, wait a second don't tell me it's a drought. "Dad, did you observe any crack in the grounds of the field by any chance...?" asked Sarah "I'm surprised you could tell. There were cracks all over the grounds..." Sarah's Pov - As I thought... Tt was a drought. It is mentioned in the novel, that the drought causes a war between the Kennedy Empire and the Southern empire. The war takes place sometime after Fredrick graduates.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Zoya said dismissively as she left for her room. Zoya's room was like a wonderland for different kinds of books, quotes, poetry, art and photos. She loved taking photos a lot and had two cameras which made this quite easy for her. Her wall was plastered with different colors of photos and aesthetic poetry that gives the room a very vibrant feel. It was large and very bright. This was also her favourite part of the house because she gets to do whatever she wanted in there without being criticized or called a nerd except on some occasions. Her room wasn't really like a typical female room, it was more like a library. With the very tall shelves inhabiting hundreds of novels and books, her furni

War. War is something dreadful. Lethal. Brutal. War takes from people their loved ones, it may destroy the whole world. War has many consequences and I wish I can pull away everyone I love from this cruel battle. I wish I can lock them away in a safe place and never let them out until it's all over, but I can't do that. My fiancé, my everything, the man I love the most is doing whatever it takes him to ensure my safety... If only he knows that all I care about is him now.

This is here is not a place I would wish someone would end up in, people come out damaged if they come out at all. This is worse than the survival of the fittest, I am a warrior, and I have fought many battles in my pack and others they have sent me to, but all these were nothing like this. This war will go down in history like the world wars that humans have but this will be in our history books, but then it will only be words on paper, there might not even be one of us alive to tell the story of how it really felt being here.

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Frank encouraged her. “Thank you.” “Bye Bye,” Rose waved at Baby T and he waved back with his tiny hands. He was a year and a few months old now and could walk comfortably now. Rose and Sonia left for work and when they almost got there, Sonia pointed at the building from afar. Rose could see it in the distance and was awed by the luxury. The building was a skyscraper. It was so tall, it seemed to touch the clouds. When they got closer, she saw the glass walls, and the name was boldly written at the top with a shiny design.

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w