War And Peace Novel Novels & Stories

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

I ask. “Don’t worry Fritz help me, he actually just goes out to go on a grocery shopping. He doesn’t want to go Acry just drag him out.” She said that made me laugh. Everyone becomes like that after War goes home, no one wants to leave the house even those who like going out to bars choosing to stay home. Sometimes they even try to persuade Peace to let War sleep with them but Peace always says no, so, what they’re doing is whenever War and Peace are at home, they don’t leave her side and most of the time snatch War from her.

the old man managed to stand up, sat on the chair and asked him to also sit down, after they had both sitted, the old man asked, Now what is the problem? " I only want to ask you a question sir, I want to know why we can not stop the war and live in peace with the rest of the world,? " man looked at him, he was a bit surprised, war was all he had knew, and so were his father and Fathers before him, the question at first sounded strange, but then he realized that indeed the world was changing, he answered, " Peace is not real my child, it was just a feeling and an imagination that can't be achieved, how do you intend to live in peace with one you have killed his mother and bombed his friends

A new message from an unknown number. "Congratulations on the wedding. The real war starts now." I showed the message to Ivan and Nikolai, their expressions hardening as they read the words. Our moment of peace was over. The real war was just beginning.

Builders. Peace, at last, did not feel like the absence of war. It felt like the beginning of something brave. Something ours.

Jack didn’t let go of his face and Gabe started crying. “T-the w-w-w-wolf! H-e t-t-tried t-to k-,” he trailed off sobbing and pointing at the two fighting wolves. Andrew was so much bigger than the other one and I could tell the other wolf was getting tired. Andrew grabbed it by its throat and slammed him down to the ground. The wolf struggled and then suddenly gave in. It whined as it got smaller in size and Andrew still growled ferociously. I walked towards them, but Landon stopped me. Landon then went to Andrew.

I stood there, my bloody hands trembling. “I just killed an alpha.”