The Art Of War Novels & Stories

We moved a little faster than planned. My police officers and the officers all around Louisiana were getting anxious. They wanted war to happen now. As much as I wanted it to happen, doing it during the day was not a good time for me. I wanted it at night, when they were mostly active. Once nightfall hit, we took action. Guns were going off, wolves were growling as they launched at my officers. It was beginning to be too much. The wolves that tried to come after me, got nowhere. They were all getting shot with a special dart that Amanda made for us.

Something was wrong and I could feel it, I don't want him to walk into a trap. “ Mobilize your army in secret, Nobody must know. Tell the ministers that you agree with them. Meanwhile, The palace Treasury will fund the battle. Send more hornets to Aransas and let them give us information about everything happening there so we can know how to plan our defense.” “ How do you know about wars so much?” He stared at me in awe and I blushed. I used to enjoy reading the thirty-six stratagems as a kid. My father always shipped war books from another continent and the ideas always fascinated me. One of my favorite principles in the book is “Deceive the heavens to cross the oceans” which means to conc

he holds out his middle and forefinger, leaving a very small gap between them, "from going insane. Lord help me if I should be involved in your perfectionist behavior before you get used to your new rank. And you are forgetting I am a Warrior whose job is to train other warriors? This is normal dress code for me and what I do. If you only want to wear starched and ironed clothes, that is your problem. I prefer to breath." She says nothing, then holds his hand when he offers it to her. Together, they get out of the house to attend to their daily activities. Mathew is serious about leaving her to do her job alone. He goes to meet his warriors and they all erupt in cheers for Emily. "See, they

he inquires, dripping sarcasm on his suit suit. "Why not?" I respond, taking him by surprise. "Or you can be unassuming and strategic. Either way do something and take fucking control. Do they not teach Art of War in Alpha training? Sometimes the best way to defeat our opponent by being unassuming." "He is my father," he says, looking off into the distance feeling conflicted about having to fight him for something that should have already been handed over. "But I'll think over everything you've said."

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

“A kingdom cannot have two war generals, General Reed.” Jefry’s words succeeded in making Arnold turn toward him. Damn it! Feeling he had successfully caught Arnold’s attention, Jefry smirked and said again, “So, are you ready to step down from your position as War General, General Reed?”

The sun was setting, painting the room in warm gold and soft shadows. Nora stood before a canvas, brush poised but unmoving. “You’re not painting,” Jaden said quietly. “I am,” she replied, though her hand trembled slightly. “You’ve been staring at that same spot for ten minutes.” She sighed and lowered the brush. “I don’t know what I’m afraid of more. I'm messing it up… or getting it right.” Jaden stepped closer, careful, slow. “Art’s not about perfection, Nora. It’s about truth.”

I replied. William fainted, though I didn't know if it was from heartbreak or excessive blood loss. His subordinates soon rushed over and took him back. William had probably realized that I wasn't going to forgive him when I didn't show any mercy even after he cut his arm off.