Story Of War Novels & Stories

I could tell they really wanted to hear my story. "Alright, settle down first and I'll start." I told them. They sat down next to each other and waited patiently. "Once upon a time, there was a young man who dreamed of a world where everyone was united and there were no more wars." I started. I don't know why I decided to tell them about the story of Nobunaga the way I knew him in my time but I feel like they might learn a thing or two from my story. "He was born in a land where everyone fought for power. The people in this land were selfish and they only cared for their wealth. They ignored their people and they focused on getting more land by waging wars." I continued. The children were li

All eyes were again attentively focused on him, interest rekindled. “Good, my children. War ... well, war is kind of an argument. And it is called a dispute when two parties, i.e. two people, two families, two clans or even two peoples want to claim a certain cause for themselves without the intention of sharing it. Let us take an example: a farmer has a new cow that gives a lot of milk and therefore shares the milk with his neighbor. After a few days the neighbor comes and says that the cow actually belongs to him because it was grazing in his pasture. He demands it for himself and his family, while the cow gives enough milk for both families. Of course, the farmer doesn't see why he should

Then she turned to the brother, “He talked about you the most. He said you had gone off to school far away and he missed you the most. He told me about the good times he had with you and how much he wanted to see you again.” “He said all that?” the mother asked, tears pouring down her face. Mary nodded and tried to smile a little. “He talked about all of you everyday, wrote letters that he planned to give to each of one of you when the war finally ended. He talked about how the war had changed everything and how he hoped everyday that he would come back and meet his folks in one piece. If there was one thing I learnt from Johnny, it was that he loved his family.” “He did”

A few days passed and the war between the club’s world and the common world grew in size with larger areas being affected. During this period of time, some less powerful, smaller countries were already conquered by the clubs’ world. It was a war of ideologies, but also a cleansing for mankind. At the same time, it was an era when heroes were born. Countless people died in the war, countless stories of moving deeds were born, and countless heroes came to be. Countless families were destroyed and many lives were taken on the battlefield.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She was silent for a second. "Will you listen?" "Of course,I'm here." "He was never a good father. He abandoned my mother and I. I wasn't always like this. My teenage years were just a complete disaster for me. My mom was locked up in a mental asylum, my new grandma was murdered and my stepmother never cared about me. They only needed me when I was to sign some papers. I was all alone, left in my own little shell. I basically cried myself to sleep every night as a teenager. One time, they made a guy approach me intentionally,then he broke me. They made people I trusted turn against me. They made them betrayers. I was always available for their evil scheme until

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

This is here is not a place I would wish someone would end up in, people come out damaged if they come out at all. This is worse than the survival of the fittest, I am a warrior, and I have fought many battles in my pack and others they have sent me to, but all these were nothing like this. This war will go down in history like the world wars that humans have but this will be in our history books, but then it will only be words on paper, there might not even be one of us alive to tell the story of how it really felt being here.

Dark Age was a period where chaos erupted among the people in England. There had been wars and rumors of wars spread around cities upon cities. It started when the early church, nobles and royalties were engaged in maintaining their powers, controlling people and clashed their interests on the matter. They had corrupted many lands even stealing those from native tribes. This stirred up lots of those barbarians to craft those dangerous arms and rage war to the nobles who took away their rightly possessions. Thus start the war.

They were about who was left standing. I drained my glass, set it down carefully, and picked up my phone again. War wasn’t about battles. It was about stories. And I’d already started writing hers.