The World War Book Novels & Stories

The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture. “Let us begin our lesson with the war 100 year ago,” the headmaster flicked his hand and books started to appear in our table. ‘Along with the Gods’ was written in the book cover. “In your hands now is the book that we will be using as reference for today’s lesson. Kindly open it to the fourth page, young wizlings.” The shuffling of the book pages can be heard throughout the lecture hall and the headmaster started his speech again.

So, let me give you a brief boring history of how things became the way they are today. Well World War III started in 2033 and ended in 2040. Before the war, there was some peace in the world a few civil wars here and there and then Douglas Trelley became the president of America and all hail broke loose. Russia decided to take over the world. My father Desmond Forsythe was an army general during the war.

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

Each wooden ledge branded with a faded, handwritten label proclaiming— HISTORY. World War I. World War II. Forgotten battles in faraway places she’d vaguely heard of. The patriarchal pissing contest that stained our collective yesterdays recounted, retold, revisited in page after ponderous page. Heavy tomes groaning with the weight of mistakes made and hearts broken. Hopes dashed and success stolen. Forgotten lives buckling under the burden of dreams lost. She strolled, her eyes scanning the large letters embossed on covers puckered and creased. The dog-eared corners of aged paper discovered when the book was lifted, turned, opened.

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?

She told herself that again and again until her breathing slowly came back to normal and she could no longer hear the rustling of the wind outside. Rie turned her gaze back to the book she’s reading. It was the historic account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone had known it, ended. In the year 2025, the third biggest war in the history of mankind happened. But it wasn’t between two countries or group of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That’s right, vampires and werewolves. When nobody believed in such beings, they suddenly appeared and changed the course of history. That was followed by the appearance of witches, wizards, even fair

It was a domestic scene frozen in time, a reminder of the life they had almost touched. ​The "hood days" were over. The mist was rising, and the Jackals were looking. The war was followed them to the heights, and as the heavy steel doors of the vault hissed shut, Vivienne realized that peace wasn't a place you found—it was a territory you had to defend until the very end.

“You think I'm gentle?” “Yes. You're gentle. But I think you are brave too, especially with that introduction this morning.” She mimicked his tone playfully, “I‘m Tyler George, but you can call me T.” Tyler smiled shyly. “Thank you.” “No worries. Friends look out for each other, T,” Olivia said warmly. “Let’s hurry before Mr. Kola gets to class,” She whispered, pulling his hand. When they entered, the classroom was filled with whispers. Francis was crying as he stuffed his books into his bag. The kids were shocked, seeing the most feared boy in the class now humbled.

Asked the priestess. Alea looked up in horror. "No, definitly not! Roman would never do that! The unspeakable is not for children's ears! What are you thinking? ”She was beside herself. War and bloodshed, even the blood alone, were terrible things that weren't talked about. It was bad luck to bring the horrors of war back to life through tales! Everyone who witnessed the war kept their memories to themselves. Only in the temple was it allowed to speak to the priests about it in order to bring relief to one's soul. Alea made the sign of the three pillars in front of her chest.

I need to make sure if I can at least act like my normal self for a better job. "Except for those who already know the body's character, you can act freely in front of anyone." Okay, that's cool, I thought. "For the first time, you said something great." It's just a ball but I swear I can imagine it pouting its non-existent lips. "Can you tell me what my tasks are in this world?" "Sure!" Red Strings of Fate World of Gods and Immortals Grade Level: S+ Main Tasks: • Protect the Aphelion's family (35,000)