Oscar Wars Novels & Stories

Is the Same with Raymond, no fight happens without his approval even if he seems relaxed about it, it's the world to him, and every fighter needs approval from him to enter the cage. Oscar, who is just a born leader, he destabilizes businesses and barracks as if it were board chess, there is no opponent worthy in a game against his mind, and he has increased our profits in the import and export of every kind of drugs and poisons, he handles them in all the laboratories of Spain with the most high technology.

Oscar. He was in the middle of the field, shirtless, his toned body glistening with sweat under the afternoon sun. He moved with precise, lethal grace, his muscles flexing with each movement as he sparred with one of the warriors. His opponent lunged, but Oscar was faster—sidestepping and countering with a swift kick that sent the man tumbling to the ground. My heart clenched at the sight of him. Butterflies swirled in my stomach. How could I ever give this up?

Her heart thumped crazily. Lucius was scared that he might have lost Mariana. When he saw that she had awoken, he sighed a breath of relief and muttered silent thanks. They were faced with danger again. They seemed to attract danger. Or maybe danger was always there, it was about time they no longer ran away from it and life had chosen both of them to be its warriors. Wolves scared Mariana. They made her think of her tragedy. How she lost her parents to them and how she was in an unfortunate situation as a result of it.

"You're right. I do need it more than you. I've already gone through three or four bottles. As for you, you probably haven't slept with your boyfriend even once this month, have you?" I ignored her mockery and turned toward the living room to pour her a glass of water. "Thanks for coming all this way. It's blazing out there. You must be thirsty. Have some water." I'd known about Percy Gaskell's ridiculous little elimination game for a long time, and I'd already decided to walk away from it. I once thought that when I finally saw the other woman, I would grab her by her hair and tear her face apart. But standing there, looking at Sabrina with her cheap knockoff bag, low-end makeup, and a fres

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

He smiled at her with his voice as serene as the sea, “But it seems like you wanted peace after that proposal. I’m quite confused at the tormenting part.” “Maybe so… That might be the way to make him stop from tormenting people. Because if he goofs up, he will get kicked out from his position by the organization we were under”, Keisha sighed at the thought of the fact that these NJG wars would mess up the country even more. “I don’t get whatever the fuck his goal was. And surely, this has something to do with the ongoing crisis outside. He’s a vixen for playing such games and treats everything as his board to take.”

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.

It felt like a witness that had seen too much and chosen silence only because no one had asked it correctly. I stood by the fire in the library with a glass of water I had not touched and watched the reflection of the room in the dark window. No war maps anymore. No pinned photos. No string. No furious handwriting. No names circled like targets. The war room door behind the shelves stood open now, fully open, and that was perhaps the strangest change of all. No hidden pulse. No secret chamber pretending not to exist. Just a room with files, truth, and the exhausted dignity of having done what it was built to do.

"Shit, this has to be a setup, Sylvia! He's trying to con money out of me! There's no way it could be that much! I have never even cracked a bottle of wine open!" I snickered. My gaze swept across his getup. "Didn't take a look in the mirror today, 'Jaxie'? All of the things you're wearing right now are antiques I bought for at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. "More importantly, these things would lose their luster from being exposed to camera flashes, which means you've already ruined it all!" Jacques was stunned. He stared at all of the valuables he was wearing. He shuddered. His lips trembled so hard, he could not even speak a word.

They were brothers from what I could decipher , “It was both of our jobs to watch the damned bridge until she came, but you fell asleep cause you would rather drink booze instead.” The noise started to erupt, a punch was landed. A huge fight broke out between both brothers. Their claws had pronged out, eyes golden under the bright sunlight. It was the first time I was seeing an actual werewolf in their animalistic state. The people of the oasis were domesticated, flashing your eyes was even frowned upon talk less of getting your claws out. I was once admonished by the town officer for using a claw to cut out a short branch once, he called me a heathen with no respect for the law.