The War Of The Worlds Novels & Stories

War was spreading in Europe and at home, Americans were growing restless and fearful. During its second season in 1940, someone at the New York World’s Fair had found a time bomb at the British Pavilion during the Independence Day celebrations. After removing it to a remote area behind the Polish Pavilion to attempt to diffuse it, the two bomb squad detectives who'd been called were killed when it detonated, and other officers nearby were seriously wounded and maimed.

It wasn't anywhere near pleasant. "Yea. I know you've been asleep, but there's a war going on, sis. You should've known that even in your sleep with all the bombs & mines constantly going off." I shook my head in denial, "So let me process this again. You're saying there's a war going on and I've been asleep?" Her country accent was heavily introduced while speaking, "That's just about right. 'The Second Great Species War.' That's what everyone's calling it."

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

"Not World War 2 or 1 or any of the wars in your history books, actually. There was a Great War mainly between werewolves and humans that ran on for decades before other species stepped in and helped end it while bleaching the history books completely of its presence." "Wait..." Iris says while blinking rapidly. "Wait, wait... what?" "They say there wasn't a winner, but we all know the wolves won," I say with a proud smile she ignores. "You're telling me there was a huge war between two species and one of the species involved, humans, don't even know about it?" Iris asks, completely bewildered, her nose crinkling in a cute manner that makes me want to kiss it, but I control myself. "Pretty m

I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

As the space fireworks drew to a close, the entire world was in turmoil, no, pandemonium! People openly wept, afraid of the end of the world, and some cheered because it gave them the opportunity to unleash their inner demons; after all, nothing held them back anymore. Many took up arms to fight against Walter Roberts to the bitter end for the sake of their country and home. Others chose suicide rather than waiting for the end of the world to arrive...

Episode 30: The War of All Worlds The first strike from the outer civilizations shattered half the eastern sky. Silver fire rained across Earth’s atmosphere while recursive storms erupted above the mountains like collapsing stars. Massive warships descended through the fractures in endless waves, darkening the horizon with impossible structures built from living metal, black geometry, and pulsating biomechanical flesh. Humanity had officially become visible to the universe. And the universe came armed. Inside the sanctuary, every emergency system activated simultaneously. Warning sirens screamed through the mountain fortress while soldiers rushed toward defensive stations already overloaded

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

"The old world provides the bones; the new world provides the blood." The treaty was signed not with ink, but with a "Global Frequency Shift." Every monitor in New Aethelgard and every Monolith in the North synchronized to a single, harmonious hum. The "Ghost-War" was over. The Union was no longer a squatter on an alien world; they were the legitimate stewards of a "Symbiotic Civilization."

It was like a legend that was implanted in everyone's mind. “Yes, I do,” I replied without hesitation. “How much do you know,” he asked again. Well, I did know what everyone else knew. 18 years ago, the world was in a great war with the Werewolves who wanted to take control of the world. But thankfully they were all killed by the alliance of the world which led to their extinction. I calmly explained that to him but the way he looked at me showed there was something more or something new they were suspecting.