The Final War Book Novels & Stories

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

Zach raised his hand and spoke in a serious tone, “Here’s the thing: General Reed has been the war general here ever since General Lee wasn’t here. Now, General Lee is about to return to the palace. So, what’s going to happen?” “What do you mean?” Zach, who was getting impatient with Steven’s slow response, wanted to strangle his friend. But he managed to hold back and finally explained again, “Steven, how could any kingdom have two war generals in its palace?” Steven, who had just realized the problem, immediately responded, “You’re right. It’s impossible to have two war generals in one kingdom. So … most likely, one of them will step down to become the deputy war general.” Zach nodded in a

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

Tonight, the war wasn’t just between Isabella and Marcella. A third player had entered the game. And he wasn’t leaving without blood. Milan, Italy – Preparing for the End Back in the hideout, Isabella studied the final pieces of the plan. She turned to Ethan and Leo. “This is it,” she said. “No more running. No more waiting.” Ethan nodded. “We end this.” Leo grinned. “I do love a good finale.” Isabella exhaled. She had spent years fighting for control, for survival. Now, the war was reaching its final battle. And she wasn’t going to lose.

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

And a voice echoed from my phone. “Did you really think it would end like this?” Vaughn’s voice purred. “The game isn’t over. Not yet.” I stared at Adrian. The war wasn’t just global now. It was personal. And the final battle had just begun.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

He understood what came next. There would be no returning to hidden conversations or carefully arranged betrayals. No more distance. No more pretending. The game that had been played through intermediaries for years had reached its end. Some battles could no longer be avoided. And as dawn broke over the city, both sides understood the same terrifying truth. The final chapter of their war had begun.