Story About The War Novels & Stories

I thought of the council table, of the decisions made there, of the people who would one day live beneath the banners we had rebuilt. The war had ended, but the story was still being written. And for the first time, I wanted to see how it would unfold.

But , she can't do something to avoid the war. The war had to be in the history . But the way they win the war is up to her . Because of course country Duhua won the war after two years . Still the war in the history killed so many Duhua citizen and hundred of thousands Duhua soldiers.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

Ava scolded while Zoya simply rolled her eyes at her outburst. "Rape is worst than death, mom." She corrected. She looked up to see her siblings, Zarah and Zion, a longtime friend of the family, Sami and then Ava staring at her like she just said pigs could fly. "Really, Zoya? Really?" That's all you could pick?" Zarah eyed her profusely. "What? I'm just saying. Plus it wouldn't be the first time I'd get kidnapped, would it? So what's the big deal?"

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

Sighing, she turned her thoughts back towards the problems she now faced, allowing them to fill her. What would happen should war begin, would she ever see her friend again? What did John want with her mother? Tears slid down her cheeks, what would she do as the world twisted and changed before her very eyes, barely giving her a chance to come to grips with what she now knew. For if war did begin, would she be able to fight? And could she kill to protect those that she cared for? The questions looped and repeated as she rounded a corner, terrified that she would watch everyone that she ever knew die.

“We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t know she was directly affecting history.” I wracked my brain, sorting through every history lesson I’d ever endured as a young pup. There was one battle that stuck out in my mind. It was one of the first our kind had ever participated in, and was the only one that had anything to do with castles, kings, and armored knights seeking glory. “You’re talking about the Hunters war. That…” I pinched my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping. “That was two thousand years ago. You three were alive for that?”

"Why would you let these people die just to fulfill your curiosity? These people have families, lives." "Foolish girl," he gently tapped the back of my head, causing a slight sting. "They are fighting for their families, for their loved ones. Haven't you studied history correctly? This is the great war of Hang." My eyes widened in astonishment as he uttered those words. I had read about it, the accounts of Victorians fighting like savage animals, tearing at each other's skin when they had no hands left to lift their swords. "The great war of Hang? The warriors became legends," I murmured, realizing that I was now experiencing a glimpse of what had happened in the past. "But how? All this too

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 woman's voice quivered as she continued with her story, her eyes fixed on Liam as she spoke. "There are so many things I know you weren't told in this life and I know you have so many questions and doubts about them and I'm here today to tell you everything," the elderly woman said, “do you know anything about how the war started or what caused the war?" She asked, both Penelope and Liam shook their heads and she smiled. “I see that they have decided to hide the truth about the war and because of that the war keeps lingering on, causing so many deaths and innocent lives have been lost because of it." The woman said.