Old Man's War Kindle Novels & Stories

"You mean people actually live down there?" The old man remained silent for several seconds. Then he answered. "Some do." Nobody liked the way he said it. "What about the others?" Lyra asked. The old man looked toward the dark horizon. "Some forgot how to die." The silence that followed was immediate. Nobody wanted clarification. Unfortunately Marcus asked anyway. "What does that mean?" The old man laughed quietly. "Spend enough time near the Sea Between Worlds and you'll understand." That explained absolutely nothing. The bell finally stopped ringing.

Murmuring. “I’m not……I’m……not……I” I stammered, breathing hard as a weight landed on my chest. I tried to beg. I tried to break free of his hold and run but for an old man, he was strong. Tears poured down my cheeks as I struggled the old man’s hold. He pushed me to the ground, pulling out a dagger from his cloak. He aimed for my heart. I looked up at him, frightened. In that moment, I whispered, broken.

The old man said like reading my mind, of maybe he could just smell our stench and noticed the torn dirty clothing on our backs. I thanked him and went to grab some clothes, this was perfect! He had a variety of different under fleece, thick heavy duty jackets that were ideal for this type of cold weather, practical trousers and about ten pairs of chunky boots. Taking them into the bathroom, I then close the door and jump in the shower. The steam fogging up the glass windows, washing away all the trauma from the war, leaving my skin scarred but now clean. I washed my hair that had grown a substantial amount including facial hair, I couldn’t wait to have a proper shave and make myself feel an

“I will tear his soul out of his chest, I will burn his legacy to ash, and I will feed what remains of him to the void. Elder Lee is a dead man. He just hasn't stopped breathing yet.” The forest outside seemed to hold its breath, the very wind dying down in deference to the mother’s vow. And somewhere, deep in the ‘Deep Place’, the hunt continued.

The old man sat at the entrance of the courthouse, a gun resting in his hands. Isabella stood calmly at his side. The photo spread within minutes. The entire internet was shaken. The row of medals pinned to the old man's chest was profoundly intimidating. Anyone with experience could tell at a glance that he had survived two brutal, inhuman wars: the Ursk War and the Blizz War. What kind of merit did that represent? This was no ordinary veteran, but a living war legend.

Janelle nor Ms. Greyson has not came back yet. Neither had Triniti. I could feel that something was wrong in the air. A feeling I only got when someone very close was hurt. I paced back and forth in the living room, waiting for somebody to come and tell me that everything was fine and that the war had ended. The shit was getting out of hand and I wish I had the strength to get the war to end. However, Eric was persistent and childish. He was mad over something he had no control over and I could not believe he would even start that shit. I placed my hand on the bandaged area. That bullet was killing me, so I ended up removing it myself since Janelle had left.

“It means that your child may have abilities that are not common among our kind, which her a sign of a child born of a werewolf and human.’ The old shaman explained, his eyes filled with wisdom. “What?! You... you mean... she...Adelia is pregnant with an hybrid child? An outcast, fathered by a real human?” Russe shrieked in horror, his seemed to have crashed into a thousand pieces. “Forgive me Alpha, but I’m afraid that is indeed correct.” The old shaman responded. The cold wind crept in from the window, slicing his face painfully. He thought he still had a chance with her since she came back to him, who... just who would have thought that she.... damn! He could feel those knives going throu

They feared him and what he was capable of doing. “What did you do". Mr. Osborne stopped Amayah when he was about to leave the mansion. He had waited for his wife to come down with Amayah for dinner but they took longer than he expected so he decided to go check on what was taking his wife so long then he noticed Amayahs body smelled of so much smoke but his cloth never got burnt, for some reason, the man had a bad feeling something horrible had happened, the same scenario happened 15 years ago when Amayah was just three years old.

"One last thing. I am fed up with your insults. For god's sake, I'm your Uncle. You had better grown some manners or I'll teach you some." Heathrow slammed her door shut as he walked out of her room. He silently cursed Delia as he walked into his room and from his reading table, picked up a golden coin and a big old book which had probably survived for centuries. He put on a dark cloak before walking out and locking the door. From the silence of the house, it was obvious that no one apart from Delia was inside, so he walked freely to his horse which he had tied to a tree at the back of the house. From there he rode into the large fields and was headed to the Wolfblood River.