Oscar Wars Novels & Stories

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.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time! When Benjamin gets back, he’ll notice I’m gone. After today, that wench will never get in our way again.” Benjamin couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed in, shouting, “What’s going on here?” The entire basement was set up like a dark ritual, with red cloths covered in strange symbols hanging from the ceiling. On the floor, my skeletal remains were inscribed with more of those ominous markings, casting eerie shadows under the dim light.

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?

Her voice was razor-sharp, breathing panic. “I don’t know—” “You slept with Leo Vane? In the retreat hotel? Do you even understand how bad this is?” “I didn’t know it was him.” “Well, everyone does now. TMZ. PageSix. Variety. You trended overnight. I’ve already lost you two campaigns. Get your shit together, Riv. This is war.” **** An hour later, they met in a private downtown suite. Harlow shoved sunglasses on his face, pulled a hoodie over his curls, and shoved him through the side door like he was radioactive.

THEA LYSANDER “I’m going to have his babies.” I turned. One brow lifted—not out of surprise, but disbelief. Olivia, the new girl, was squished between two assistants like they were sorority sisters instead of legal interns. All three were locked onto her phone like it was live footage from the heavens. The sound of a roaring crowd blasted from the tiny speaker. Then, smack. The thud of a body hitting the mat. Screams followed. “He won!” Olivia shrieked, throwing her arms up like she’d landed the knockout punch herself.

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.

"Even a single word of mockery must be answered." If anyone understood the terrible consequences of war, it was Oscar. He had felt the sadness and agony of war, convinced that nothing good could come of it. Loss was an inevitable price to be paid by all parties. So, he vowed to avoid war as much as possible. Oscar hated war, but at the same time he didn't want his people to suffer. The pack needed to be safe and prosperous. So, one thing he always kept to was the promise not to start trouble. He would not start a confrontation, but that did not mean he was a coward. He would maintain dignity and keep the pack safe.

Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. Reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save you skin. Zoya wheezed as her burning lungs gasped for air. Her legs felt numb and unsteady, her throat felt dry, so uncomfortably dry. She couldn't see any form running behind her anymore due to the bends she had taken along the alleys but she kept running still.

Oscar watched me closely as I finally sat, but only because he’d said the one thing guaranteed to keep me in the room. “Good,” Oscar murmured. “Let’s talk.” He pulled something from his jacket—an old envelope, soft from age, edges frayed like it had been held too many times. He placed it on the table between us with deliberate care. “Before I give you anything,” Oscar said softly, “you need to understand something. Your father… wasn’t just a traitor. He started a war. One that never ended. And now? It’s circling back.” My chest tightened, but my face stayed unreadable.

Oscar’s POV He finally turned away from the clearing, moving back toward the lodge, muscles sore, heart still hammering, adrenaline slowly fading, but senses still coiled, alert, ready for the inevitable return. Solstice padded silently beside him, still radiating tension, still scanning, still alive to the slightest disturbance. Oscar exhaled sharply, brushing frost from his hands, feeling the wolf’s pulse thread reassurance, connecting through Cinder to Lyra and the pups. The battle had been survived, the line had held, but he knew that tonight was only a prelude, that the rogues would return, stronger, smarter, hungrier, and more coordinated than before. For now, they had won a small vict