Story Of War Novels & Stories

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.

I said. He was silent for a stretch. Then, without the old search in it: “I want this to be the story. Not the corridor. Not the silver. Not the arenas and the codes and the long list of closed doors. This. The tree. The bird. The way she says *ours* when she remembers the law. The way he smiles at a voice. You. The room behind us with two sets of small breath in it.” His thumb moved over my knuckles. “I want the wars to become a story we tell when they are old enough—and not a climate we still live inside.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Your soft thing is already true. Most days.”

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

I really don't. - I know. - she extended a hand to rub my arm, and then take my hand, squeezing it tightly. - Don't worry. That's why I'm here. We will figure it out together. Now... let me.... Uhm… First, I think we need to define a strategy. Of… war… I would say. - War? – I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth.

"I have never experienced war all my life, but my parents did, and to be honest, Your Majesty, from what I heard, it is not something one should look forward to." I also have heard stories of things that happen during wars. I mean, who hasn't? Stories like that are what make up part of our histories. We get to hear things our forefathers and mothers survived in a bid to give us better lives. They fought wars so that we would not have to deal with the things they dealt with. But in this case, this war was a bit unfounded. I had killed Federick's brother, but for good reasons, and if he wasn't so sick in the head, he would understand. "At this point, there is nothing we can do; lives have alre

Julius nods and waits for the answer. - I'll tell you the story that led to this war and so much hate. Which led two of the most magnificent species created by the gods to hate and kill each other, almost to the point of total destruction at the beginning of the war. – he looks at his two young friends, helps himself to the remaining coffee, holds the cup with both hands and continues. – your father didn’t answer this same question. Just as you suspect, he doesn't know the answer. He doesn't know it, because reason was strategically lost in time, as it was too sad for some and selfish for others. Julius raised his eyebrows.

"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

“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?”

He apparently went to this camp himself, but he’s two years ahead of us. “The war ended with major bloodshed on each side. Both sides thinking they had a right to the queen, but neither caring what she thought.” I look up at that, my mind elsewhere until that sentence. I raise my hand, and Mr. Clayton calls on me, “What war was that?” I ask, and he smiles looking down at his notes. “Hmmm, it has a few names, but most commonly referred to as the war of the origins.” He says, and my blood runs cold. Issac’s grip on my thigh tightens, but I keep my eyes trained on Mr. Clayton.

My heart thudded like hooves on dry land. This was not a matrimony of love but an arranged one. It was a treaty signed for peace between two names bound by bitter history. The Storms and Valdemonts. Their father's had once fought side by side, then turned on each other after a failed murder attempt. The kingdom never healed from the divide. Now, with unrest rising again, the high council had found an answer in old bloodlines and public displays of unity. A marriage to bring the two old generals together and help quickly calm the unrest. Bring a hope to the people.