Novel About War Novels & Stories

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

And the war would not just be of territory anymore. It would be of stories. Of faith. Of power buried in blood. And in the girl who had never howled, but who might someday roar.

And whispered: "Your death was a beginning, not an escape. I won’t waste it." Outside, the city blinked to life. And somewhere in the dark, the war that could’ve been faded. But its echo would never truly vanish. ~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — ENTRY: WHAT IF "He dreamt of fire without end. And woke to a world with fragile peace. Fragile… but his.” "In a dream, I saw my father win the war. And the world lose itself." "Peace was never his path. It was mine." "And to walk it, I had to let him go."

“But if I had to, I’d go to war a thousand times over. Because every battle, every struggle, every challenge I faced was just a step toward this victory—toward you.” Her lips curved into a smile, and as she whispered, “I love you,” the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us bound by a love that had defied every obstacle. In that moment, I knew: Mates at War was never about defeating each other. It was about finding the strength to fight for each other. And in the end, we won the greatest battle of all—a battle of hearts. The end.

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

The bloody diversionary and dreadful legal which takes a lot of lifes and properties. There is enough to say in the bloody battle which began from blood to greif. Out of the Air a voice without face, proved by statistics that some cause was just in tones as dry and level place. No one cheered and nothing was discussed. They matched away, enduring a belief, whose logic brought them somewhere else to grief. Yes, quaint and curious war it is, the battle which takes a lot of lifes of good men. The most painful news was the death of the legend of the jungle, which some couldn't believe that he fell in a pool of blood and couldn't rise again. But the fact there is that,the legend of the jungle Sha

"Already?!" "Already?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly at my reaction. I realized too late that I made a slip of tongue. It was just so shocking to me that the war came much earlier than what's written in the novel. According to the original plot, we still had almost two years before the war started. So how come it has already started now? I knew that not everything was going to flow like the original since I witnessed a lot of changes in the story line since I came here. But the war was one of the pivotal part in the story, so I thought it wouldn't change.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

" Just as I almost touched the call button on my phone, an announcement of a second ageless war occurring between the Northern and Southern Crescent Pack is being announced, history of the first which I read from a history book while in elementary school is narrated and said to have laster for fourteen decades. I can't believe this! What if I start this war and can't end it, what will I do? I wouldn't enjoy peace of mind again if I should get into this type of trouble the people before me got into. I'm sure when they started seeing that things were taking another turn, they had regretted their actions but it was too late. Whenever a war starts, there are evil elements who do not belong to ei