The War Of The Worlds Novels & Stories

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

And it eventually came calling, she yielded to the call of nature and slept off forgetting all her worries. Ben and Esther had a fight, Ewwww! I never saw this coming. Fight makes friendship stronger though maybe they just needed it to make things right again. Star❤

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.

sanity. What would happen from now on?

He said, and everyone laughed. We had steak all around, and everyone had their mouths full. There were more felicitations and discussions, but after a while, I decided to pitch the main reason I was there, so I'd hurriedly get back to the bone of my bone. “A war is coming.” I said to gain everyone's attention. It worked as there was silence for a while. “But we just finished fighting that war?” Armstrong asked. “No.” I chuckled. “This war is beyond what anyone in the wolf world has ever seen. It is a war that can wipe out the existence of the wolf world.” I sighed.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

Dark shapes moving like nightmares. It was war.

It was even said that a survivor also helped him visualize the contents of his books. The third world war occurred 136 years ago for a period of 37 years. Exactly 99 years ago since the destruction of almost all man-made creations. The only ones left from the creation of humankind were also the humans they thought they could use as weapons. There were still about 50 million survivors, but only them received such recognition from every country and even from the savage tribes living behind the inconspicuous places in the world. To use that name… How bold this old man Quinn must be?

Thankfully, both Lucas and I had proper vision. “The Wipeout had many devastating effects, but I don’t consider this one of them.” Lucas spoke while looking up at the forest giants. “If not a supernatural war that wiped out more than half of the world’s population, then it would have been a nuclear war amongst the countries that hungered for power. And that would’ve just left the world uninhabitable.” “I guess you have a point,” I told him before jumping over a fallen log. “Or maybe it’s just your wolfy vision.”