Scars Of War Wounds Of Peace Novels & Stories

It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that. It turned out she could still laugh so freely. She just couldn't do it when she was with him. The whole world could see her happiness. The only difference was that he wasn't the one beside her. Tristan's throat tightened, and his chest felt hollow. He had truly lost her. Frame by frame, he watched the entire video. A dull ache spread in his chest. He had thought he didn't love her anymore. He had thought he could be happy with Chloe. But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

And the First Wound was born. The war ended that day. Both sides, horrified by what they had done, withdrew. The light-creatures vanished into the west, the shadow-creatures into the east, and the wolves were left alone on a scarred and bleeding world. They tried to heal it. They failed. They tried to seal it. They failed. Finally, in their shame, they erased the war from memory, burning the records and silencing the seers, hoping that if no one remembered, the wound might forget itself. It did not forget. It festered. And it dreamed.

I was the only one who remembered it. I sent Theo for our medical aid supplies and some water. I took a closer look, seeing everywhere on his body was riddled in scars. I still hated him. But no one knew the price he paid, the god of war bringing them peace with a painful cost. They appeared to be inflicted by an array of weapons; bullets, swords, even daggers. There was something darker than a scar on his abdomen. I ran my hand over it, observing it out of morbid curiosity. I furrowed my eyebrows when my palm felt wet and took a closer look—it was not healed.

While the students were gathered, she walked into the assembly hall slowly with a calculative step, putting on a black hoodie, which was pulled over her face. She wore her oversized black sunglasses which shielded her eyes from having eye contact with her classmates, and to prevent people from seeing her reddish and puffy eyes. She tried suppressing the emotional pain that emerged from her. Her jeans hung loosely on her waist and her white sneakers were too clean, like they hadn’t touched a single dirt. She wrapped a dark blue scarf around her face, covering the scar that still carried a fresh wound that ached her. Her hands were buried in the pocket of her hoodie.

Still, I’d let the tiniest spark of hope burn in my chest. Foolish. The hope that maybe, just maybe we could have built something real… now felt like ash. I slipped away from the crowd, the sound of their celebration fading behind me. A chill clung to my skin as I stepped outside, the air cool and indifferent. This pack, like so many others, was bound together by pride and blood but it had no room for hearts like mine. No wonder some wolves broke away. No wonder they stopped caring. I wandered until I found myself at the Moonlit Grove, a quiet clearing shadowed by ancient trees and silver grass that shimmered in the moon’s light. I sat on a wooden bench, my arms wrapped around myself as I wa

I slowly smiled at it as I cradled it to my chest as if it was my precious thing. I walked back to the bed and laid down with the scarf in my hands. I snuggled the scarf to my nose and smelled it. I sighed in relief, now smelling her beautiful scent. I wiped my tears away like a baby and kissed the scarf. Something of hers was with me and it felt like a piece of her was here.