Oscar Wars Novels & Stories

“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.

The remaining four Silver Crescent scouts backed away slowly, dragging their injured comrade with them, their eyes wide with fear as they looked at the massive golden beast standing on the riverbank. Oscar shifted back into his human form, completely unfazed by the cold mountain air or the blood on his hands. He stood tall, his bare chest heaving as he stared across the river at the retreating city wolves. "You go back to Duncan Alonso!" Oscar shouted, his voice echoing across the valley like thunder. "You tell him that neutral ground is neutral! The rules of the Council still apply! If he touches one blade of grass in this valley, or if he sets foot on my land, it’s not a legal dispute anym

“Oh, my dear and frail Agnes, you know that I’m not lying at all, else, how will I know so much about you all. Is it not true that all seven of them died that way? And I’m so not done with spilling everyone’s dirty secrets. Maria, do you want to know what your best friend, Sarah did to your fiancée? I will tell you all the dirty stuffs she did to him the night before your purification ritual.” I smiled as I heard a ruckus and an earthquake rumble. These two friends where head witches in different factions of their coven. I had just created what you can call like a civil war amongst two of the biggest witches. “You beast! What have you done?” Agnes looked at me with pure anger and hatred in h