The Late War Book Novels & Stories

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever

Just her, alone in a place that suddenly felt too big. She paused when she reached a door she hadn’t noticed before. Curiosity tugged at her. She wrapped her fingers around the knob and pushed gently. To her surprise, it wasn’t locked. Inside, the air smelled of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with books she had never seen. Her fingers brushed over them absently—until something on the table caught her eye. A file with a sheet poking out. Arabelle walked over, hesitating only for a second before opening it.

considering that I have heard kataros is no longer alive Zeno:I would like sixty thousand men and fleets of ships to take over a planet am currently at war with. Fire lord Leto:(laughs)you expect me to help you and what do I get out of all this? Zeno:I will share the planet with you,I mean the planet is more than enough for the both of us Fire lord Leto:very well I will send the troops you have asked for but keep to your promise (drops the call) Zeno:(thinks to himself) what a stupid fire lord once I gain control of this planet am not sharing (turns to the door)guard,guard come here right now

I also spent a lot of my free hours during the evening studying the books on the city, I took in so much information in the first couple of days that it felt as though my brain was going to pop. The books Peter gave me were more than helpful, there was a book on the first war, detailing how the council first came about and how their greed for power instigated the first war, for the most part it was written by people who had lived through it all, it went on to explain about the many battles and losses both factions faced and finally how the treaty came into effect, there was even a copy of the signed treaty in the back, something that fascinated me for the best part of a day, until the other

I wandered deeper, drawn to a section of shelves darkened with age and etched with golden dragon motifs half-melted by fire. Dragons. Every mention of them before the war had been poetic. Reverent. Sometimes, I’m even awestruck. But after the war? Barely a whisper. Most texts ended mid-century or were singed at the edges as if someone had tried to burn more than ink from the pages. I ran my fingers over the broken spines of books that had once held legacy and power and found only gaps. Seraphine’s name was mentioned only in passing. A battle here. A speech there. No dates. No quotes. No truth. Just myths.

Books about the war that occurred hundreds of years ago. Sant walked across his room, rambling on and on. “Just so you know, the distance I have to travel from the front gate to your room is farther than jumping through the trees and entering through the verandah.” Then he clucked. “Tell your brother not to build a house as big as a palace.” “He wasn’t the one who build it,” Lev muttered. Sant came over to him and propped one hand on the edge of the table. “What are you reading?” he asked while looking at the book Lev was reading. “Is this a book about the war?”

He moved differently this time, more certain, as though yesterday’s visit had already decided today’s. I watched from the counter as his fingers settled on a thick volume: Underground Wars. Interesting. First, unmasking. Then, walking through the dark. Now, the hidden battles beneath it all. His preferences were drawing a map. Not of fiction, not of leisure, but of intent. He carried the book to his usual corner, settled into the chair, and began reading like the rest of the world didn’t matter. Glasses slipping down his nose, posture harmless. Harmless was a costume. His books told me otherwise.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Legacy is not what you leave behind. It’s what you prevent.” “The best men don’t try to survive the war. They try to make sure their sons don’t have to fight it.” —Lorenzo

said Mithraos. And thus, two nobles each from the empires sat down and made the rules of the war. It was a process that was not heard of ever before. The other Kingdoms were also keenly observing the happenings. The war was not going to be pretty and it is a good thing that both kings thought of their people first and blood thirst later.