Song Of War Book Novels & Stories

She commented as she picked up the paper she was taking a note on. "The book is written by a woman called Lady Waina Silver. It says that the woman was present during the war thirty years ago so she could document the war well. She traveled with the women who cooked and nursed the soldiers so she was pretty close to the events that took place at the time. Sources are names as well but it's an endless list of men and woman who had surrounded the war, but a few names stood out, which are the four horsemen of the war..." So Old Lady Waina wrote the book herself? How interesting? I wonder how she wrote it though and how she followed the king to war. Thirty years ago might be a long time but I ha

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.

He again reminded me of the kind guy who brought me everything I needed while I was Daniel’s prisoner the first time. Maybe, what Daniel and I did in this life had already changed things for the better? I could only hope as we all started the search for a shard of paper that would save my people from a lot of heartache. I found an old history book and started to read, the and more I read, the more my jaw dropped. “Please tell me that you haven’t come across something inappropriate.” Daniel laughed and I realized I had been gaping at the book. “No, not inappropriate, but definitely eye-opening. Did you know that the war started because one of your ancestors fell in love with one of mine?” I w

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

“The guy who wrote this book was a leader in the war. He kept talking about the importance of a blood line. His blood line to be precise.” He closes the very old book and hands it to me ‘The War.’ By Aldous Kitson.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Then she turned to the brother, “He talked about you the most. He said you had gone off to school far away and he missed you the most. He told me about the good times he had with you and how much he wanted to see you again.” “He said all that?” the mother asked, tears pouring down her face. Mary nodded and tried to smile a little. “He talked about all of you everyday, wrote letters that he planned to give to each of one of you when the war finally ended. He talked about how the war had changed everything and how he hoped everyday that he would come back and meet his folks in one piece. If there was one thing I learnt from Johnny, it was that he loved his family.” “He did”

Carissa's smile faded as she spoke seriously: "It's nothing outrageous. I just want to stay in the army. If war comes, I want to fight." Wade stared at her. "And that's not outrageous? If I help you and your grandfather finds out, he'll break my legs." His tone grew sharp as he continued, "War is serious business. Do you think it's the same as sparring with your friends at the Pathfinders Guild? When you lose there, you simply admit defeat and walk away. But in war, losing means death. This is not a game. Stop trying to stir up trouble here. Hurry back to the capital and stop causing your mother grief."

Riley said that blatantly. Hearing this clear and curious explanation, Brockley could only nod several times. On another occasion, Brockley, who had turned twelve years old, then asked for something. “Tell me about the old wars!” Like a history teacher, Riley opened one of the old books that recounted the wars of the BC era. He told about the brave commander who led the war troops. Brockley stood up with a fist clenched. “I will be a warlord too!” he cried in a very loud voice.

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.