Song Of War Book Novels & Stories

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

“I did not imagine you would read poetry.” “What did you think I would be reading?” he asked me, haughtily. “I don’t know. Spell books, I guess.” His lips quirked, as if he were not sure whether to grimace, or laugh. “I am not a mage.” “What are the poems about?” I returned to my task. “The Paragon of Theodghar is set during a fabled war and tells of the battles and events during its last weeks. Its themes include fate, the glory of heroic battle, homecomings, rage and the downfall of pride.”

"I am not here to start a war." "Oh, Princess. It is not you that has started it. It's that Bastard king of theirs," he pointed at the Golden Draygons. "He sits high on his throne in the white tower that he was born to and did nothing to earn. He and his kin started the war long ago! Tohr just breathed on the flames when he refused to hand you over to us as he should have as soon as you arrived," Sólas explained, his hair crackling louder as he spoke, a sign that his temper was flaring to the breaking point. "But-"

Stephan said, pointing at the pile of books. They begin arranging the books, and it took them a while until closing hours. Stephan hasn’t said a word to Omar all the while, which kept him worried. “What sort of human is this, working none stop like a robot?” Omar kept on murmuring to himself. They finished arranging the books after a while and Omar sat on a chair looking so tired.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

I didn’t choose this life. Noon arrived and I was finally done with my task. I was starving, overworked and exhausted to a point where I contemplated eating the algae from one of the dirty pots. The pack members made my plight worse, bringing in new plates from nowhere, snorting and spitting in my direction as they taunted my very existence. It was no wonder the people of the oasis despised them. I’d always heard of stories of the packs, and how they pillaged the small towns for the barest ounce of power—the rumors about them were an understatement.

William let out a sigh of relief as they began to eat in relative silence punctuated by the sound of their cutleries against fine China but he thought too soon as it was soon chattered. "I have good news," Ava said garnering everyone's attention. "So, are you going to share this news or will you keep up the dramatics", Zarah said with an eye roll. Ava playfully smacked her back and said, "I will share my news but first, Zion will you help us with a drum roll". "This must be big news if it is deserving of my world-famous drum roll," Zion said before shifting his plate aside and using his hands to rap a distinct beat on the table.

Julian opened it with shaking hands, and his world collapsed. Dear Mr. Marchetti, I have found the soldier who was with you and Mr. Carter in Normandy. He has given a sworn statement. Mr. Carter did not save your life out of heroism. He knew he was dying of his wounds. He bribed the soldier to shoot at you, then stepped in front of the bullet. He did this so you would owe him a debt, so you would take care of Lydia for the rest of your life. You were a fool to believe them.

Zach raised his hand and spoke in a serious tone, “Here’s the thing: General Reed has been the war general here ever since General Lee wasn’t here. Now, General Lee is about to return to the palace. So, what’s going to happen?” “What do you mean?” Zach, who was getting impatient with Steven’s slow response, wanted to strangle his friend. But he managed to hold back and finally explained again, “Steven, how could any kingdom have two war generals in its palace?” Steven, who had just realized the problem, immediately responded, “You’re right. It’s impossible to have two war generals in one kingdom. So … most likely, one of them will step down to become the deputy war general.” Zach nodded in a

I can’t remember our pack ever going to war with any other packs except rogues, and even then, we only fought when they attacked us in our own home. “We did what had to be done. All is fair in war, and in war, one side must lose for the victor to emerge. They’ve already caused us so much, it’s only right we repay the favour twice as blunt,” another man spoke, and the rest of the people grunted in approval.