Rusame Cold War Novels & Stories

Roman shrugged “We can’t tell Harley we want to follow her parents around so we could get to a man who basically ruined our lives and expect her to be like, yeah sure!” Lucas replied in a sarcastic manner before huffing in anger and resting his back on the couch “Listen…” Roman was cut off by a knock on the door, they both took quick glances at each other and Lucas thought it must be Cheng till Roman got up to open the door and was greeted by Harley’s green eyes.

I asked, my voice flat, disinterested in the logistics of war, concerned only with the psychology of my new tools. “Rocco is… volatile,” Ivan offered, avoiding eye contact as he wiped down the table. “He tried to argue with Domenico in the car park. Something about the shame of submitting to a Ruski. Domenico silenced him instantly. The internal friction is high, Vova. They may be forced allies, but they are not unified.”

Krasnov smiled, his face relaxing momentarily and then settled again into a frown. “Normally, I would arrest you for spreading false rumors,” he said, “but unfortunately I know you are right. We had info on this infestation already, but now I am more interested in the two of you. You said you came from the frontline on R&R,” this to Andrei. “But where are you fighting? We have a peace treaty with Wulfstan.” Andrei snorted. “I am fighting Nazis,” he said and when Krasnov continued to stare at him, he shrugged.

Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe. It took a decade for Dajoah to heal from the great misery as Caldorus was still healing. When the war had ended, the king of Caldorus decided to enforce a law to kill anyone they sighted from Dajoah as it could be anyone, children or adults. The same law was in Dajoah. Anyone, even a mere child could figure out the uncontrollable amount of hatred and tension between the two. At the time when Caldorus was still healing, the most beautiful and frail being was born in the castle of Caldorus whose name was Arah.

The map shifted north, illuminating a sprawling, frozen expanse. "Sector Volga, Russia," Kara continued, a shiver running down her spine. "The environmental warfare division. They weaponize the climate. They use cold-fusion tech and heavy, brutalist armor. Their local Admin relies on attrition—freezing their enemies out before firing a single shot." Finally, Kara zoomed in on the largest, brightest, and most terrifying dot on the map. It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

“Coldridge.” Damien stood. “Damien Voss,” he replied. “Alpha, Coldridge Pack. Representing as territorial neighbor to the Varen Pack and as Alpha mate of a direct bloodline party in this proceeding.” He sat. Rhen stood briefly. Identified himself as Coldridge second. Sat. Then Elder Voss looked at me. “The Council notes a human party present with the Coldridge delegation,” he said. Kindly enough. With the absolute impartiality of an observer instead of an Evaluator. “Please state your name and your standing.”

"Do you want to know something Romeo?" "W-what?" "Gustav Russo doesn't feel a thing. He can't. Because he is a monster who traded his own first born child to a rival in order to save the Cross Sword Mafia. All these luxury you see around you Romeo? It is made up of my baby brother's blood." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

My blood goes cold. KNOX YO he replied just to shut that down Romy I think you're onto something I type back: I'm leaving the groupchat because I hate you all. KNOX Nah you love us really. But more importantly ROMY YOU'RE DEFINITELY ONTO SOMETHING DMITRI We have a saying in Russian. Very beautiful. It translates to "if you throw a woman's Dunkin coffee at a fan, it is only polite to buy her a new iced coffee or a beverage of approximate equivalent value"