War And Peace Oxford World Classics Novels & Stories

Andrew snarled. “I’ll give you a reason to be scared you little leech!” He started shaking violently, then his skin shredded from his body. The oversized, surprisingly beautiful wolf jumped out of Andrew’s skin and charged at Landon. He couldn’t control his anger at this point. I would be scared out of my mind to see that coming at me, a wolf that was one-hundred times bigger than an ordinary wolf. But Landon just had this big smile planted on his pale face. I heard a violent crack and Andrew was on top of him. With ease, Landon slammed him to the ground and sat on him. With him struggling to get him off, Landon just sat there and kept smiling.

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

I replied with a puzzled look on my face. He inhaled and exhaled deeply before speaking. “According to me…peace is achieved after the cry of war has been shunned…” “…the immediate peace gained after the battle has been won. The immediate peace gotten after watching your enemy fall lifeless to the floor! The immediate peace gotten after taking a life by your own hands! The immediate peace after watching your dear comrades die! The immediate peace after tasting the refreshing blood of your enemies! Peace I say…is obtained after capturing your enemies and all they could do is look at you and all you could do is look into their pitiful eyes and declare death upon them. Peace is war and war is pe

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

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.

Stephan said, pointing at the pile of books. They begin arranging the books, and it took them a while until closing hours. Stephan hasn’t said a word to Omar all the while, which kept him worried. “What sort of human is this, working none stop like a robot?” Omar kept on murmuring to himself. They finished arranging the books after a while and Omar sat on a chair looking so tired.

Brian:yes very good things Oranus:that is good so if you will follow me I shall take you to meet the other commanders from the other planets that you will be leading in the attack(starts going to the war room) Brian:ok your majesty (follows him) (At the war room) Oranus:(sits down in his place) fellow commanders am pleased to welcome you to the planet Jupiter All commanders:we thank you your majesty Oranus:very well I would like to introduce prince Brian from Mars (points to him) he will be your overall commander on this mission,(turns to prince Brian)I would like to introduce you to commander Roger and his second in command Kris from planet Saturn Roger and Kris:(stands up)we are honoured t

I sighed a little to myself as the bathroom door closed behind him, taking a seat at one of the sofas much like he had before me. I picked up the book he had been reading, a well worn hardcover. It was War and Peace. I'd spent night reading it over and over. By now, I had nearly memorised it, along with a few other classics my nanny had slipped to me surreptitiously. I flipped to the first page of the book, gasping. It was a first edition! These were hard to come by, specially for someone like me. Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked.

The war had finally taken place. As the heavy sounds of cannonade were the only thing people heard from the outskirts of the kingdom, they moved to the inner kingdom completely abandoning their homes which was a plus point for their opposing partners. As the war spread to the insides of both the kingdoms by their opposing partners, cannons were thrown at the small towns and cities endangering many people, but that was when both the kings started to realize their grave mistake and the war came to an end without any winners. Caldorus was gravely affected while Dajoah only had the outskirts of the kingdom be affected as the insides of the kingdom were safe.

Ivandor questioned as soon as they were within the comfort of the house. "Its a long story, one I really do not want to talk about at all. I'd prefer to talk about you instead." Zoya replied as she took another long look at the man in front of her. He wore a loose black silk T-shirt with leather cuffs and black trousers. However, he got better the more she looked. His rich chocolate hair had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a feature Zoya was finding herself choosing as her favorite one, so dark was those eyes that she felt herself falling into them, wrapped i