The General's Homecoming Novels & Stories

I returned home to Azurea alone. My mother opened the door. The moment she saw that there was no one behind me, a look of quiet heartbreak flashed across her face. My father sat on the sofa, his back straight as always, but there was a deep exhaustion in the way he held himself. I could not help but recall what they said to me five years ago. And now I was back–like a soldier who lost the battle and fled home. I turned my phone on and off again. The unread messages and missed calls from Clara Miller almost flooded the screen.

I’d been keeping track on the newspapers, reading headlines about bombed cities, missing people, political affairs, it was all on repeat week after week. “Now that things have calmed down, I will be heading back to Italy to be with my wife. She managed to stay safe within one of the safe zones and has been discharged into another care facility that is still intact. I have a lot of business now back home with helping recover damaged artworks and repairs… I think I know the answer but would you like to join me?” Marcel asks, a little sadness in his tone and expression, “I’ve found my home here. Nora and Joel have become family to me and I couldn’t ask for a better place to live and bring up my

Opal said, "The higher ups has agreed to grant you leave for the next four months but advised you to take your army with you and guard the borders of your hometown." She gave Apollo a letter.Apollo nod and took the letter. "Prepare the troops for departure." He ordered. "Yes, General!" Opal said, she bowed once and walked away. Apollo looked at the incomplete letter and smiled. "I am coming home." Opal walked through the hall ways with a serious look on her face, but inside she was melting. No matter how long and how much ever she had seen her General shirtless she couldn't help but swoon over him. She knew the General had someone he loved back at home but she was also sure that she had a ch

The housekeeper, Tina, greeted her. "Hello, Ms. Carrington." "Tina, is Grandma at home?" "Yes, I'll give her the phone." Tina glanced at Henry on the sofa and handed the phone to Aster. "Hello, Gabby. Are you back from your trip? How was your time overseas? What's the matter?" Aster took the phone and signaled Henry to be quiet. "Grandma, it's nothing. I want to see you, but I'm afraid you won't be home. So I'll call you in advance."

A deep voice from across the room rang out. "Faith this is General Lorin. He is the head of our Guards." William explained. "Oh hello, it's nice to meet you." Faith hummed; quite unnerved by the fact General Lorin looked just like her deceased father, from the haughty look in his eyes down to the curly moustache dancing upon his top lip.

Henry walked toward the sofa and removed his cap. James walked over to the rest area and handed Henry a cigarette, “How’s the situation at the Southern Plains? How did the investigation go?” Henry nodded, “I’m almost done with the investigation. I found out that General Grant had interacted with the previous Emperor’s subordinates. However, that was because the previous Emperor had abducted his family. It was he who leaked all information regarding our whereabouts. Apart from him, there are many other high-ranking generals…”

The stern-faced general stepped from the car accompanied by two hefty soldiers. Richard swallowed uncomfortably as he quickly glanced in the direction Ludric dragged Athena through. “Good,” he thought in relief when he saw they were no longer in sight. “General Spears. What a privilege to have you in our pack.” He turned on the full capacity of his charming smile as he approached the general. “You are welcome to my humble pack,” he said with his hand outstretched in a handshake. General Spears barely glanced at his hand, and she continued to look around, as if searching for something.

Its engine roared into life and we set off for Unst an island in the remote northern part of the Shetland Isles about as far away from the Plymouth base as he could send me. It was dark, raining heavily and blowing a gale when the NCO finally opened the doors and I caught a glimpse of my new home, the General came forward with a large umbrella, Ah Sirius, welcome to Scotland boy, I am so sorry about the Commander, come on boy, come with me, let's get you inside Mrs. Williams has made you a veritable feast.’ He took the lead from the waiting NCO and led me into a beaut

Two days before New Year's Eve, I was finally discharged from the hospital. The moment I got home, a wave of familiar, comforting warmth washed over me. The house had been thoroughly cleaned. The carpet Linda had ruined was gone, replaced with a new one. Every surface had been wiped spotless, and the air carried the faint citrus scent of my favorite diffuser. Busy at work in the kitchen was a very familiar figure. "Clary, you're home!" Patricia came hurrying out with her apron still on and a spatula in hand, her eyes red-rimmed.

I had not realized how much I had missed it until it hit me all at once. I stepped down the stairs, my suitcase bumping lightly behind me. That was when the car doors opened. One after another. The sound was clean and controlled. People stepped out and stopped. Straight-backed. Silent. Waiting. Someone moved. I recognized the walk before I fully saw his face. Jeff. He came to a stop a few steps in front of me and raised his hand in a sharp salute. “Welcome back, General Vee.” For a heartbeat, the world held still.