Tomorrow When The War Began Novels & Stories

As they stepped into the morning light, the red hue of dawn spread across the horizon — a forewarning of the blood moon that was to rise. And in the distance, carried by the fading rumble of thunder, a multitude of unseen voices united in a whisper: “The war has started.”

Ultima Rawson’s voice hardened, furious: “If you insist on this power madness, I'm afraid you’re asking for a war!” Another dry chuckle. “A war? From you?” Footsteps approached, twigs cracked beneath steady, deliberate steps. Ultima Rawson sounded suddenly wary: “What are you doing, Rufus? What is this?” More footsteps. Slower. Closer. “I think,” the man said, “the war has begun now.” A roar erupted; feral and violent. Canines flashed in the frame. The crack of bones, bodies shifting, snarls and chaos. Then the screen went black.

"Get some sleep. Tomorrow we start." I nodded as led me upstairs. The house was quiet. The party was over.. The war had just begun.

For a second, the war felt far away. But deep down, I knew tomorrow the fire would start again. Still, for one day, I let myself laugh. And for one day, Thomas was right,we didn’t die.

The wind shifted, carrying the faintest trace of something distant, something unsettled, something that hadn’t fully reached us yet but would. And as I stood there, watching the last light fade, one truth settled deeper than anything else.. The war hadn’t just begun. It had chosen its opening move and now we would have to decide on how it ended.

She was my anchor in the storm. We sat in silence for a long while. Two broken men with war in their eyes. Plotting justice in a room that once held only grief. Then Alessandro whispered, “We start tomorrow.” And I nodded. Because the war had just begun.

Computing. Then, in a voice as cold as death, he said. "Your time is over, Derek Valen." I chilled. Because in that instant, I knew— The war was beginning. —

At the man who forgot me. At the man who still chose me. The night trembled. And I knew— This war had truly begun

I slid the pistol back into its holster. I turned to my men. "Package him. Leave him at Raj Varma's front gate. And if he asks who sent him..." I picked up my cigarette one last time, took a final drag, then crushed it beneath my shoe. "Tell him… courtesy of Ghost." I turned toward the warehouse doors. Without looking back, I said to them. "The war begins today." They moved immediately. Jax walked up beside me. "What now?" I looked toward the open warehouse doors, where daylight spilled across the concrete floor.

A promise. For tonight, that was enough. For tonight, we could forget the world outside this room. But in the morning…the war would start again. And neither of us knew what we’d become by the end.