Story Of War Novels & Stories

It takes lives, yes, as do all wars, but they take more, too. Freedoms, livelyhoods, dreams, all crushed beneath iron soldiers. I don't know what I would've been if the Iron War hadn't happened, but I certainly wouldn't have ended up in the position I am now. I'd like to start at the Moon, where the real battle began, but I know I can't. You need to hear the whole story, right from where we left off, in order to comprehend the monumental task I ask of you. So they we'll begin at an end, of sorts, the crumbling of my old world, my home. I don't need to explain much more, because if you heard the beginning of my story you'll know what I mean.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

Declan declared as he helped me clean the mess of my room. "My dad was devastated when Zafirah broke up with him, and she kidnapped Zafirah, and that is the story of why the war happened in the first place," Declan said. At the same time, my mouth hung open, and I couldn't believe Victoria's mom was the reason for the war that happened between werewolves so many years ago.

“No more walking away.” He nodded. “Never again.” I rested my head against his chest. The war was over. But the story? The story was just beginning.

I had no ill intentions at all, only anger and helplessness—I lived an honest and quiet life, yet was inexplicably involved in a commercial conspiracy. At first, I wanted to bear it alone so as not to disturb Shen Zeyan’s work. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became: this matter was beyond my personal ability, and I had to tell my husband. Husband and wife should face crises together.

My past and the present braided into a knot I could not yet untie. The clash I had come to win ended, for now, in a cold standoff, a photograph of two women standing where the world had once been simpler. I saw now that the war was no longer merely born of crowns and territory; it reached deeper....into blood, into lineage, into the stories mothers leave half-told to daughters.

Olivia yelled. “You have every right to be angry, Olivia. But I made a mistake by falling in love with your father.” “My father?” Olivia paused. Her curiosity grew. “Is he still alive?” “Yes, he is.” Michelle replied. “I’ll tell you everything.” Her temper softened. Michelle began and shared the story of how her life had unraveled after getting involved with Austin and how she had gone through multiple abortions because of him. How she almost died after Austin had forced her to get rid of the pregnancy when she was carrying Olivia. She told them everything, even the part where she had lost her parents in the ghastly accident.

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.

"Our history is written in blood and magic. It's what made us strong." "The strongest stories," Thelma continued, leaning forward conspiratorially, "are from the Great War. The war between our kind and the witches." My mouth went dry. I suddenly didn't want to hear this story. I wanted to find an excuse to leave, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I was frozen in my chair, unable to move. "The Great War?" Madison's eyes were wide. "I've heard mentions of it, but no one ever really talks about details."

Isolde asked. "It seems I have to tell you a story that happened long ago, only a few of us know about it." she said, and looked at me. My elders looked at her with keen interest as though nothing else mattered at that moment. Curiosity was written all over their faces. She cleared her throat and continued. "Centuries ago, a war broke out between Lunaris and Elaris. Which you all know caused the enmity between the two kingdoms." she said. The entire hall nodded in agreement, eager for her to continue.