Oscar Wars 소설 & 이야기

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 POV By mid-afternoon, preparations had reached their peak. Warriors were checking ceremonial gear, scouts patrolled the edges of the forest, and younger wolves practiced routines for the coming celebration. Oscar moved among them, offering corrections, observing, and always, always keeping Lyra within his peripheral vision. The subtle pull he had been feeling over the past week—the connection, the bond—was growing stronger. He didn’t fully understand it, but he couldn’t deny it any longer.

“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.

"Do you really think you can fabricate footage with AI and make everyone believe you, Richard?" I gave a short, derisive laugh. "Oh, please. Why would I need to? Ever since Belgard earned its status as a Class A wine estate, the IVWA has installed microcameras throughout the building. Their equipment is state of the art. It records both video and audio in exceptionally high quality. "Only I have the authority to retrieve the footage. No one could have doctored it. We will know very soon what is real and what is not." The footage appeared on the screen within minutes. As expected, it cleared me completely. I had not used suggestive language with the employee, nor had anything sexual occurred

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.

“Um, I stumbled into Stacy Rocci. We got into this stupid argument, and honestly, I never thought she'd react the way she did.” “It's funny because this war is going to happen one way or the other but I guess she just instigated it.” My eyes latched onto hers. “What do you mean?” “She shot at you guys.” Katie's standard me like the answer should be obvious. “Whatever fragile truce they had, it's gone. They just declared war.”