Second World Novels & Stories

The destiny of our pack remained shrouded in the haze of war, obscured by the fog of uncertainty. As the battle raged on, a desperate realization crept into my mind. Our strength waned, our numbers dwindled, and the once formidable Athens pack found itself on the precipice of defeat. The weight of that possibility settled heavily upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. The image of my pack being defeated, of myself being captured and held captive, flashed vividly in my mind like a chilling omen.

It’s almost like she just copied the book. About an hour into it, Legolas found the notes telling which war happened where. I had Legolas read out to me while I wrote down W1, W2, etc. next to each ‘X’. That’s when I saw it. War 1 was located in what is now known as Russia. War 2 was located in now known as Canada. War 3 was located in now known Mexico. War 4 was located in now known Mid-West USA. “Hey look at this.” I called out to Legolas who was sitting on the other side of the table from me.

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.

And everything else disappeared. ******** Seven Years Later (Isabella) Rochester didn’t look the same. Or maybe I didn’t and that was because I had become that which the matron wanted me to be. For me. For the people who I held close to my heart. The car stopped in front of a tall glass building, and for a second, I just sat there staring at it. My heart wasn’t racing. It wasn’t calm either. It was somewhere in between… like it didn’t know how to feel about coming back to a place that buried me alive.

It was a domestic scene frozen in time, a reminder of the life they had almost touched. ​The "hood days" were over. The mist was rising, and the Jackals were looking. The war was followed them to the heights, and as the heavy steel doors of the vault hissed shut, Vivienne realized that peace wasn't a place you found—it was a territory you had to defend until the very end.

I looked at Nyra and she straightened slightly and then spoke. “I want to find him.” There was silence then Uncle Kael laughed in disbelief “Of course you do.” He said in a mocking tone. Nyra glared at him “I wasn’t asking for permission .” Mother moved toward the map and her finger traced several territories. “After the Great War, the world changed.” The familiar map stretched before us showing the six countries, the last surviving kingdoms after the war. The world our parents had fought to save. Mother pointed toward our territory.

"Did you think it's that easy?" "It's easy, you are my cousin, you should do it, right now, I hated that cheap slut so much that I want all the bad things in this world to happen to her, for making Cameron break up with me, Cameron is the only man, I had loved all my life, I want her to disappeared for making him dump me like this."

They nodded, united as one. For the first time in her life, Clara felt at peace. Her powers were hers to control, her friends were at her side, and the Shadow Council’s reign of terror had been broken. The city below buzzed with life, unaware of the battles fought in its shadows. But Clara knew. And she would be ready always.

Then leaned in to kiss me and then pulled away. “Oh, I totally forgot, we’d need to have to know each other’s blood group and everything like that because I don’t really know it. And we’d need to carry each other’s information in our wallets. Because if I’m being honest, I don’t really have a good memory in keeping all these things up here.” I smiled. “Sure, I’ll have Walter do it.” “Who’s Walter?” “The butler.” “His name is Walter?” “Yeah.” “Is it like Walter in Second Chance?”

"Mr. Salgado, read the next paragraph." Taurus stood up and began reading the said paragraph. I unconsciously let out a yawn, and when I realized what I did I immediately hid my face using my book. I'm just glad that no one noticed what I just did. "Like what Mr. Salgado read, the first world war started in 1914 after the assassination of an Archduke." I still don't understand how Ms. Santos maintains her smile although no one's listening to what she's talking about.