Novel & Cerita Novels World War 1

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?"

Raven’s point of view. After the first sunrise, I bid farewell to Ryker and Blaise and embarked on a journey to Fenrir’s territory. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. Soon I approached the border of Alpha Fenrir’s territory. I saw a wolf, walking along the border and my heart jumped to my throat. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and maintained my composure, I held my head high and I approached the wolf with my heart pounding in my chest.

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

I screamed. The entire room was a mess. My clothes were torn and littered all over the floor if claws had been used to rip them apart. The books Emily had gifted me to kill time were burned, and their ashes were everywhere. The curtains, flower vases and other items were either smashed into bits or broken. But the worst part was the wall. The wall was covered in blood. Blood that spelt out one word. Traitor.

Just her, alone in a place that suddenly felt too big. She paused when she reached a door she hadn’t noticed before. Curiosity tugged at her. She wrapped her fingers around the knob and pushed gently. To her surprise, it wasn’t locked. Inside, the air smelled of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with books she had never seen. Her fingers brushed over them absently—until something on the table caught her eye. A file with a sheet poking out. Arabelle walked over, hesitating only for a second before opening it.