Stick Of War 2 Novels & Stories

Levi and Lila went down for dinner. She knew that if her mom was at home, they could not sit at home without sitting at the dinner table to have dinner. Levi was not a fan of the stick rules, but he did not have any choice. It was quite obvious that Lila was serious about obeying her mom's rules even in her absence and she knew it made no sense for him to discourage her about it.

The guy across the room fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his head. “I didn’t miss,” Xander said with his gun still pointing to the direction where the guy fell dead. Everyone was stunned, including Joey. “Pack this up ... and go home,” Xander added. He looked around the room at the men that were staring at him. He looked them in the eyes, “And tell anyone who needs to know ... respect the code, or we’ll come after you ... every last one of you.” With that said, the two left the basement and unknowingly ignited the spark of the war they had been talking about for months.

Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face. "Each joke, something breaks," War whispered lowly as he smelt Trent's anger stinking up the car. Rot...a disgusting rotting scent that War had quickly gotten used to a long, long time ago. He was sure that his little mate's nose wasn't as developed, so he was surprised when she began to stir awake. He was momentarily frozen as he watched movement behind her eyelids...then her eyes opened. The air drained from his lungs and as her molten chocolate eyes peered up at him in confusion. He could see the wheels mentally turning in her head as a look of realization suddenly dawned on her.

Willow. You’re just a bargaining chip. You were created for this purpose only. You are worthless. Willow was lost in thought again, staring through the glass windows of Zephyr Prime. The droids were doing surprisingly well against the harbingers, with their Tachyon cannons and guns, but in some places the stronger harbingers were too hard to beat. He closed his eyes and tried to block the voice in his head that repeated those three lines over and over. He wasn’t useless. He was strong, and he was going to prove it. To the Unnamed, to his friends, and to the world.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

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***

Naomi asked. “Right now, we’re trying to rally up our alliance.” I told her. “If you didn’t know already, but it seems that Eric Moore is back out here.” “The hunter? When did he get back?” “A few days ago.” Briselle told Naomi. “It seems that Eric Moore has plans for us.” “A war?” Naomi asked me. I nodded and she sighed. “If he’s planning a war,” Naomi said. “Then, you’re going to need a lot more in this alliance of yours.”

Roman added, “And while we’re inside, we inject the malware from the second drive. Every trace of their surveillance programs gets erased.” Kael scribbled “Concord – 48h” in chalk, then turned to Riven. “Can you handle going back into the fire?” Riven nodded. “Let’s burn them out.” Ari tossed Kael a pack of cigarettes. “For luck.” Kael lit one and exhaled slowly. “We make this count.” As they packed their gear into the truck, Mrs. Bea watched from the porch, arms folded and eyes shimmering. “You boys better come back in one piece.”

Jericho spat out the cloth and leaped towards the tyrant, its mouth wide open showcasing razor-sharp teeth. As he neared the Tyrant, a hard circular object stuck into its mouth, its teeth tore deep into the object’s metallic surface and got stuck. As Jericho looked down he noticed a shield sticking out of its mouth. Tyndale had managed to pick up one lying close to him and pushed it into its mouth.