There Are No Heroes In War Novels & Stories

(confused) but how sire) Karl:(goes to him and puts his hand on his shoulders) you don't have to worry about that, just go and prepare the troops Philemon:ok sire(leaves) On planet Mars preparations were in top gear to attack kataros's ships while Brian and his mom along with his sister got into an argument on his agreement to lead a million men to fight kataros Amanda:(in her son's room) Don't you see it's a bad idea you might killed or don't you care about me or your sister Britney (Brian's twin sister):I think you should not risk your life in this war you could have refused instead of putting your life at risk Brian:(on his bed)look I understand what you and Mom are saying but I have a du

Even if the humans rallied all their available forces, there would only be a river full of blood regardless of the victor. “Is there a way to win this war without fighting?” The question that left Zen’s lips was so foreign to both warriors in the room. Venedict laughed the hardest he had in years at that genuinely naive question. What kind of war could be won without fighting? It didn’t matter if it were humans, animals or monsters. There will always be fighting and death in war. That was just how things were.

Although they had all lost, they were worth every bit of respect in his heart. “Haha, heroes? Only winners are considered heroes, losers are all trash and cowards!” “To me, none of you are capable of fighting. You’re all weak to me!” O’Neal laughed out loud. It was impossible to describe how arrogant he looked. “Really? Unfortunately, Cathysia won the battle this time so we’re the heroes!” Dennis sneered on purpose. He wanted to piss his opponent off. True enough, O’Neal heard that and clenched his fists so hard that there were noises from it. “You won? Hmph, if you didn’t kill our War Emperor, we might’ve had a chance!”

Their lips did not meet and he turned his face away, looking straight ahead with an expressionless face. Waverly opened her eyes and looked out of the window. Not far away, a man riding a motorcycle shook his head at Waverly. Waverly's eyes dimmed and she leaned on the chair. "They say heroes have no chances of getting through a beauty. Joseph, you're no hero." "Heroes are fated to die young. I want to be the champion standing on top of the giant's head. Waverly, you'll support me, won't you?" Joseph mused. He raised his hand as if he was going to issue an order.

Jordan asked. I kicked the vampire's corpse. "They wanted us to find this. Wanted us to save Tommy. Makes us look like heroes while they poison the town against us." The sun climbed higher, but the shadows in the alley stayed dark. Like the light couldn't reach this place anymore. "The real war hasn't even started yet," I said. And when it did, I wasn't sure who would be left standing.

Ghost: “This doesn’t mean the fight is over. There are still threats coming. But this time, we’re not just soldiers. We’re people. People with something worth protecting.” The four of them stood in that cracked lot, the city buzzing around them, the air heavy with possibility. For once, they weren’t enemies or rivals. They were survivors, choosing what came next. That night, Leah lay in bed beside Jason, staring at the ceiling. Leah: “Did you ever think we’d get here? To a place where the war isn’t about power or control, but about building… about love?” Jason turned, brushing his fingers against hers. Jason: “No. But I know this: the quiet war is over. Now comes the harder one.”

“He just wanted to add to his streak, like it was a game. He didn’t care about anyone’s safety. He just wanted to kill that beast and be the hero.” I paused and looked around at the dead warriors. “Things could have gone the other way,” I continued. “It could have ended really badly and maybe none of us would have made it out of here alive. Then what? Would people still call him a hero? Would you still wish you were in his shoes?” Kaden rubbed his hand over his head and let out a tired sigh. “None of that matters to anybody, Seraya,” he muttered, his voice full of frustration. “No one will see it that way and no one cares about what could have happened.”

“You would kill me?” I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. “I would save you. Even from yourself.” She closed her eyes. “Then promise me.” I kissed her softly. “I swear it. On every ghost we carry.” And above us, the moon bled. Because war was coming. And we were no longer the heroes. We were the reckoning. —-

You set a date, give everyone time to prepare, book a fancy arena with a boxing ring or octagon or whatever shape is considered best suited for the occasion, and then you beat the crap out of each other. And afterwards, even though there was a lot of trash talk, you hug and compliment your opponent on a good fight. Bloodied and bruised, face like a bowl of overripe fruit, you let go of your anger, your hate, and you honour your enemy, your brother in arms. That’s how we see combat between men. Honourable and character-building. The noble art. That is not how war works. The only point of war is to win. You can sign up to all the conventions you want, when shit gets real, no one’s going to pla

“I begged him and said that I would give him everything he wanted but to spare the innocent… but he would not. I watched as the women who waited their turn began to kill their children instead before they took their own lives to protect themselves from the horrors that awaited them - because even death was better than life. It is all they could do because their leader- me, could not protect them.” A single tear escapes my eyes despite my greatest effort not to cry. The crimes of war… the sickening truth of what is lurking so close… That is war, sick and twisted… a place where no rules apply and the lowest of low can get away with whatever they want in the name of war. There is no honour in w