This Is Not A War Story Novels & Stories

"But first...." Ezra continued snapping Elaina out of her excitement. "I would like to tell you a story." "A story?" Elaina asked confused. Was right now even the time to be telling a story? Her friends and comrades were on the losing end of a war, time was of the essence. "Don't worry, they will be fine until I am done." Ezra assured her. "This story is important and one that you need to hear." "Why do I need to hear a story?" Elaina asked not quite understanding. "Will it tell me anything about how to win this war?"

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

It was opened at its last blank page, but words weren’t appearing on it. All the war books wrote themselves and once they were finished, they flew to the bookshelf and placed themselves on it. “What’s wrong with this? Why isn’t it completing itself?” I asked, skimming my eyes from the book to Zephyr. “The war isn’t over yet,” Zephyr said. “One side needs to be defeated for it to end.” “I am defeated, right? The war should end,” I said. “No. This time, it was different. It was you and I against the Saint. You were defeated, but I am still in the war…” Zephyr said.

Well, the guns aren’t gonna cock and shoot by itself, it’s time for some action. “But wait! You are a minor!” Who cares? this is a war! This will be the tale of how we face the unforgiving world.

“There are been a war pending for many years and each day that passes, the day is coming closer. The war has nothing to do with mankind although other supernatural beings are hiding or can sense the change in the atmosphere.” A war? A memory presented itself and I remember Alexandria’s words regarding the war. Before I could say anything, Christian pressed on hell bent on finishing the story.

Yet it was only his move in the game we were playing. Except now it wasnt a game. It was war.

The war was not over. It was only the beginning.

Because war wasn’t coming. It was already here.

There was no way she would've stopped caring about him. While eating, Anna asked Connor to accompany her to an auction. "This auction only happens once every five years, Connor. The last item up for auction is the Pearl of the Merpeople. I hear it costs a fortune! Come on. Take me there so that I can broaden my horizons." "There's no such thing as merpeople, Annie," Connor said somewhat helplessly. "The auctioneers are just using that to trick people." "I don't care. You're coming with me!" Anna immediately cajoled.

I said. He was silent for a stretch. Then, without the old search in it: “I want this to be the story. Not the corridor. Not the silver. Not the arenas and the codes and the long list of closed doors. This. The tree. The bird. The way she says *ours* when she remembers the law. The way he smiles at a voice. You. The room behind us with two sets of small breath in it.” His thumb moved over my knuckles. “I want the wars to become a story we tell when they are old enough—and not a climate we still live inside.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Your soft thing is already true. Most days.”