Only War Novels & Stories

"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.

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?

Everyone knew what was about to happen— that three-letter word was ever so familiar now; W.A.R. Except that the word now had a dreadful adjective to it. What was about to happen wasn’t just War, but the MOTHER OF WARS, which would brutally feature fangs and claws— weapons that make your opponent answer Death’s calls. “Isla.” Natgy said my name and I turned my glare at her.

More aware— --- One terrifying truth settled in: --- This war didn’t have sides. --- It didn’t have leaders. --- It didn’t even have faces. --- It was something else. --- Something evolving. --- Something learning. --- And now— --- It had found something worth fighting. --- Her.

His jaw clenched, but he nodded. We had an agreement, not peace, not love. Just war...with rules. And this time, I wasn’t entering it blind.

Dante said, being cut off again. “He wants a war.” Rosie said next to her. “He wants to take control of all packs and be king with his army of - “Abominations.” Matt burleted out a word. “”No that won't work…” Matt said thinking out loud. “Werewolves X…no that makes them sound cooler than us.” Matt muttered to himself. “Whatever. We're going to war.” Dante blurted, being frustrated. “Wow…”Nora said out loud, looking at them.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

May met his gaze. “Yes,” she agreed. “They are.” The war had changed. No longer loud. No longer obvious. It had become precise. And the most dangerous player had yet to be fully revealed.

"Liar." And just like that, the war between us flared again—quiet, invisible, but burning hotter than anything Nano Tech could throw at us.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.