Stick Of War 2 Novels & Stories

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

Reply 'Accept' to confirm. I stared at the words Remains Recovery Unit for a long time. My fingers trembled faintly above the screen. The peacekeeping force was deployed to a battlefield halfway across the world. I would have no one for me there. No parents, no Sam, no Melissa. Only the eternal silence of the dead, and the smell of disinfectant in endless tents. In my previous life, I passed the selection too. But I gave it up in hopes of spending my life with that special someone.

Why won't they mind their business? I clenched my fist tightly, I could feel Stan's rage as well. "Who the hell do they think they are?" I pulled out my burning cigar, throwing it to the dust, and quenched the flame using my shoe. I walked with large strides heading in their direction. In less than a minute, I was already in their midst They were so engrossed in the heated discussion, they had no idea I was right there. "You all are courting death!" I squealed.

"Our destiny was chosen by stars, My heart accepted you and raised its bars. I waited so long for you, My Princess, But that Psycho again came back and blocked the ingress He snatched you away from me, leaving me to bleed and scream I panicked and opened my eyes, realizing that was nothing just a bad dream But I can't take any chances, now I can't ignore Enough of this cat and mouse chase, now it's time to declare a war I have lost my patience now; I don't care even if the world witnesses my insanity

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning. --- Control Room Seraphim. A voice crackled over the radio: “Sir Alaric, Seraphim is back‑firing! Power systems have inverted! We can’t… stop it!” Alaric tightened his grip on a silver sword; a fanatical light shone in his eyes. “Good. Then let this flame burn everything. If blood is sin, I will be God’s hand.” He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.”

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.

I was once admonished by the town officer for using a claw to cut out a short branch once, he called me a heathen with no respect for the law. Blood started to spout and I gasped as I turned back, their teeth had grown out. They rolled into the murky waters, their blood staining the very surface as they dug into each other’s skin. It was barbaric. “They’ll kill each other”. My voice was hoarse as I stepped behind Buck, “We have to do something.” “Don’t.” He muttered, “A fight breaking out between to males but only end of the other concedes, it’s the natural order.”

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

The two Originals landed and Theron looked back briefly before both lowered their bodies onto all fours and ran toward the ever-growing army coming their way. Mj watched in astonishment as wolves shifted and followed their enormous predecessors in droves. Just as she was about to run toward the onslaught herself, Lou snagged her by the arm. Mj gave him a questionable look as the old butcher looked at her with tears in his eyes, “take these and bring that short ass back here safe MollyJay Bijou, I mean it,” he said with a knot in his throat and thrust two small hatchets into her hand. “They are steel and tipped in chromium,” he said and as she took them Mj shook her head confused. Lou laughed