War Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha

He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

She knew her husband wasn’t finished explaining yet. “The conflicts here, of course, aren’t internal conflicts, but external ones. Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Veldera currently has no external conflicts or hostilities with other kingdoms, so it’s not a problem if the person currently serving as War General doesn’t hide their identity.” Angela responded with a long sigh, a sign she was bored. To Angela, it still felt strange, so she immediately replied, “Our kingdom is safe now, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be conflicts in the future. Why … does this new war general seem so confident about revealing his identity?”

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

War did not begin with gunfire or blood the way most people imagined. Real wars started quietly, beneath conversations, beneath pressure, beneath decisions that looked harmless until everything around them collapsed at once. William understood that better than most people because he had spent years building empires in rooms where smiles mattered more than weapons and silence carried more danger than threats. But this was different from business wars. Business still followed rules, even when people pretended it did not. What he had stepped into now followed only one principle.

Michael asked, Alissa ventured further into the shop, she saw the sign for 'History'. Alissa turned into the area and scanned the spines. There appeared to have been two human world wars as that topic featured heavily. She picked one of the larger books up, scanning the back. Michael saw what she was looking at. “If you're looking for fighting techniques that won't help, they used their guns and planes.” Alissa mouthed the words back. “Don't ask,” he responded. “I'm looking to know more about...” Alissa waved in the general vicinity. Michael tapped at his chin and started looking at the books.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

Lastly, my dear Jake was getting comfortable with Richard, they were not friends but cordial enough. Things were getting serious with Black Devil coming forth with attacks. On the other end, Richard and all our alliances were planning to attack his base which were indeed the caves in the territory of Alpha Ace. There were lots of planning, discussions, and strategies that needed to be worked upon. Richard was constantly in meetings with other Alphas and I was busy with Warrior training. We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. ______