Oscar Wars Novels & Stories

“The Crystal Fall Pack is the heart of the werewolf empire if we can take it down every other werewolf pack would surrender to us.” I shook my head in disapproval with Logan. “Jamal would never agree to be under you. You are causing war, Logan.” “What do you think we have been doing, Oscar is going to help us with the warriors, have you seen his armies? He has a thousand of them, scattered all around. Jamal might be strong but he’s nowhere close to Oscar. You felt his aura didn’t you?” Logan seem to be confident about what he was planning. “I’m coming for Seraphim.”

Jade opened her eyes to the glare of the warm sun. Not only that— it was hot. Not warm and humid like the climate she was so used to, but dry and hot. Scorching. Even the bed—or whatever it was she was laying on—was hot. Jade sat up and screamed. She just found herself on top of a sand dune in the middle of a desert. How the hell did she get there?

“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.

Rose and Heather were crying and Mama, Henni, and Alice were all questioning Papa furiously at the same time. Seline did not know what had happened but what ever it was it had to be serious. Seline stepped to the side of the raucous and grabbed Rose’s forearm, “What is it Rosie? Why is everyone so upset?” Rose lifted her face with tears cascading down it and said “WAR! They have gone to war and they conscripted all the men under 35 this morning. They are all to meet at the town square this evening to head to camp.” Seline felt her legs start to give way and sat herself on the bench next to her. All the men under 35 would be just about every man in the entire county. When they have gone off t

I squinted at the figure before a gasp escaped my lips. It was Cyrus. His bloodstained shirt was dragged by one wolf who held a dagger to this throat, pressing just enough to draw out blood. “The great Alpha Cyrus.” The wolf growled, “After sending your men to ambush us at the Landor Forest, did you really think you would go scot free and we'll let you get away with it?” “Kill him!” Another wolf yelled, “An eye for an eye!” Cyrus gazed toward my cell, a calculating malice glinting in his eyes. “You want revenge, right? Take her instead.”

Livia stayed beside her, Alessandro pacing in frustration, Sergio tapping furiously at his laptop, Carlo muttering about frozen accounts. The war wasn’t fought with bullets tonight. It was fought with paper, perception, and poison. And for the first time, Clara understood—this was how empires bled before they ever burned.

He looked every bit the war hero the country adored— stoic, composed, untouchable. But i remembered the boy who'd pull my pigtails and grin crookedly whenever he caught a fish. The boy was long gone. The string quartet played a hollow waltz. Servants in black jackets moved with grace between tight circles of conversation. In one corner, someone laughed too loudly. In another two aides argued quietly in a diplomatic tone. "I see only your mother attended," Darrell said . I nodded. "She had to see her only daughter off and she doesn't believe in making scenes,"

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

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.

Oscar said, a teasing edge in his voice. I stared at him with the corner of my eyes, and rolled them playfully. He was right. I was one to command the room whenever I walked in, especially when I was certain that those in the room never liked me. It was just... a confident strategy, something fun to pull off. "Besides, you'd have to hold on with that thought of shoving a sword down his throat. You don't want to start another war with a very powerful clan," Oscar added. I paused briefly as I stared at Oscar. He tilted his head, flicking his eyebrows in a manner that communicated he was right.