Story Of War Novels & Stories

At last, you remember me. The words sent ice through my blood because for the first time I realized this war wasn't only about power. It wasn't only about prophecy. It wasn't only about the throne. It was about a love story that had ended in betrayal centuries ago. And somehow, I was standing in the middle of it.

Memories of them sharing laughs and drinks around the fireplaces while I listened to their stories. My favourites were the love stories, and second came the ones of war. While war isn’t something to celebrate, they told their stories in such a way that made the fighting almost sound romantic. They weren’t just fighting to protect themselves, but those they loved. I had the privilege of never having personally witnessed a war. My parents had made alliances and deals to make sure our kind wasn’t destroying each other over different world views or territory disclaims. It wasn’t always easy, and there were always packs around that would rather march to their own drum then join our alliance, but

Eyes turned to me, expressions ranging from curiosity to wariness. Elena, the healer, stepped forward first. “What happened?” I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke. “The truth,” I said. “The truth was hidden inside me this whole time.” Caleb frowned. “What truth?” I looked at them all—the ones who had fought beside me, who had trusted me even when I didn’t trust myself. “The war that started centuries ago,” I said. “The war that destroyed entire packs and left only ruins in its wake—it wasn’t just about territory or power.”

said Eloy. Adharva sighed. "It is a saga on which you can write a tragic love story," said Adharva. Mithraos also looked very interested in hearing about it. "They were friends from childhood, the best of friends. For our parents apaa was as good as their own. His parents had died in the war after his fathers led the war for us. Though I have always seen apaa being differential to brother, there was always this softness and love between them," said Adharva.

I wasn’t even born, when the war had taken place, but the tales about it still leave chilling memories in my mind. It was the war that had created disparity amongst all different kinds. That was why mingling with other kinds was banned to endure the longevity of our kinds, but it seemed everything was coming to light again. I could only hope that everything was settled, at least for Raven’s sake who was innocent in all of this. Thinking about her, I realized she wouldn’t be able to take this revelation easily. Everyone knew of the great war, it was a story that was told to pups.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

her father cried. Jacques grabbed Sylvia's hand and squeezed out crocodile tears. "You don't know how much she's suffered over the years, Mr. and Mrs. LePenn. Richard is a bully through and through. He oppressed her. She told me many times that if it weren't for me, she would have given in to her demons and ended her life." Her parents' expressions softened. When they turned back to me, their attitude had plainly shifted. To powerful old-money families like ours, cheating was a moral stain. If society branded me a cheater, people would grandstand and freeze me out of business.

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.

“But you did. Master never called me a servant.” “Never?” “Just once, when I was 15 years old.” “What happened?” “I’ll tell you what happened. In 3325’s, 325 years after the first slave wars, the alien council proclaimed to end all healers, warriors and monarchs of our kind. Only the workers was safe. We was wearing old clothes to please our masters. They ordered us to leave our homes. We is moved out. We is lived in small cupboard like rooms. Then one day the aliens come.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.