Only War Novels & Stories

I stuttered. “Exactly. Your father’s pack is in danger. Our intelligent sources tell us that he is planning to wage a war against your father’s pack. You and I know that your father can not fight off Fenrir alone. Your father’s pack is the weakest of the four packs.” Ryker said, spitting nothing but facts. My jaw clenched. “Why would I be so sure , you are a lair Ryker. You are very cunning and manipulative. I can not place all my eggs in one basket by trusting you.

“Wild Shore are joining their siege, but we expect Grey Stone to be called upon once the Luna Games are over and our alliance to Red Dawn is secured.” Mutterings broke out. Some nervous twitters, some bouts of anger, but many stayed quiet as if fear had grasped them by the throat and was squeezing tight. War had been at his doorstep ever since he was five, but that same tension, that same fear always rose at the prospect. No one ever got used to the possibility of losing their loved ones and Connor had faced that pain too much in his life to wish it upon another. He had learned it was only those who hadn't experienced the vile outcomes of battle, who only stayed home and reaped the benefits,

When the battle is over, you're supposed to return home, and life slowly drifts back into a normal, mundane routine. No more fighting. No more bloodshed. No more death. That was supposed to be normal. At least for normal people that would be normal. However, Rhychard Bartlett, Warrior of the Way, understood that he could no longer be considered a normal person. That life ended four months ago. Now, his normal consisted of faeries and gnomes and demons and dark elves, some fighting alongside him, some fighting against him. His normal would blow most people's minds.

Sighing, she turned her thoughts back towards the problems she now faced, allowing them to fill her. What would happen should war begin, would she ever see her friend again? What did John want with her mother? Tears slid down her cheeks, what would she do as the world twisted and changed before her very eyes, barely giving her a chance to come to grips with what she now knew. For if war did begin, would she be able to fight? And could she kill to protect those that she cared for? The questions looped and repeated as she rounded a corner, terrified that she would watch everyone that she ever knew die.

All eyes were again attentively focused on him, interest rekindled. “Good, my children. War ... well, war is kind of an argument. And it is called a dispute when two parties, i.e. two people, two families, two clans or even two peoples want to claim a certain cause for themselves without the intention of sharing it. Let us take an example: a farmer has a new cow that gives a lot of milk and therefore shares the milk with his neighbor. After a few days the neighbor comes and says that the cow actually belongs to him because it was grazing in his pasture. He demands it for himself and his family, while the cow gives enough milk for both families. Of course, the farmer doesn't see why he should

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

Quinn laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “That’s your idea of a message? The point is for something to be left behind.” Tony offered him a diet coke. “Don’t worry about that. She got the message loud and clear.” Quinn took the coke and opened it, savouring the feel of the cool liquid rushing down his throat. “Which is?” he asked. Tony simply looked up at the now clear sky. “This means war.”, he said.

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

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