The Art Of War Novels & Stories

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

Soldier: commander we have picked up a million fleets of ships heading to attack us Zeno:ok you can leave tell the others to prepare for battle and call Leto for me Soldier:ok commander (leaves) Leto:(comes in) commander you called for me Zeno:(goes over to her)yes I did, I have received a report that a million fleets of ships are coming to attack so I want to know if you are up to the task Leto:of course am ready, you seem to have forgotten that am a killer a born one at that and I have no heart or emotion Zeno: excellent now go prepare Leto:ok commander (as she leaves)

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.

"Hey, Ives? There's this book called The Art of War, you should read it. It says that great results can be achieved with small forces. And as long as you know your enemy well enough, you'll win the battle. I knew you'd refuse the rejection, so I used it against you to get what I want. To be honest, you could totally use it against me at some point too.” "So we’re enemies now?" I scoff, my pride hurt. "Never, baby. We’re always in the same team," he says with a fond look and lays down at my side again, "Oh, this feels nice. Really nice.” "What? Tricking me?" I grumble and look at Ash for a second. His eyes are wide and hyper-aware of everything, "Sleep. Now." "

They took the oracle to the deepest part of the village where the rebels lived, to give him time to concentrate on divining the future that awaited them. "You must prepare for war, it is inevitable. Blood corrupts the enemy, so you must watch your necks if you want to win," that's all the oracle says, who was in the middle of what looked like a ritual. "Blood? Neck? Maybe we'll have to face vampires after all, this looks very bad," Marcus says. "I don't know, but we won't be afraid to face the people who want to harm us, so let's arm ourselves with courage and eradicate evil from the world. And if we need to go to war to achieve that, so be it," says Lyra optimistically.

AXEL'S POV Dracula's war room was something pulled straight from a nightmare tactician's fever dream. The chamber was circular, vast, with walls covered in maps and charts and diagrams that seemed to shift and change when you weren't looking directly at them, like they had minds of their own. The ceiling disappeared into darkness so complete it felt like the void itself was watching us from above. And in the center of it all stood a massive three-dimensional projection—a holographic map of the entire Soul Recycle Program system, each world rendered in perfect detail, floating in space like miniature planets in a twisted solar system.

I added, “I’m sorry I ruined things. We could be working together on this. I shouldn’t have bugged Nick,’ I said, placing a steaming cup in front of him. “Are you bribing me with coffee?” he smirked as he took a sip. “Hey, what can this civilian do?” I joked taking my sip, “If that's the case you need to do better than this coffee.” “Yeah,” I said, taking a sip thinking of what the man who gave me the phone said, “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” “What the fuck did you just say?” he asked almost spitting his coffee looking at me perplexed.

“You know, I haven’t had this much fun since Qin’s war of unification,” chimes Morrtemis with a dreamy expression on her cocoa face. “There used to be an art to war. There was intelligence and even respect for your enemies. Humans don’t fight with honour anymore and it takes the fun out of it,” she sighs in disappointment. “This isn’t meant to be fun, Morrtemis,” Oshmin chastises her. “Well it better be something, because all this waiting is going to put me into a coma,” Merlos complains in her usual apathetic tone.

"But he will be hailed for being outspoken. That's a necessary trait for Kingship." "You want him to be as loud as you are?" "It's not being loud, it's being assertive. Besides he's my blood. He is me." "He is me too," "Sorry but he's not going to spend time reading books and theorizing endlessly. Unless it's the art of war by Sun Tzu," "Who says he cannot be both a war veteran and an intellectual. Besides wars shouldn't always be the goal. It should be the last resort after negotiation has failed."