War Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

“It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?” “Actually no!” he replied cheerfully. “It involves a third world war, but it’s fought exclusively with conventional weapons, rather than nuclear bombs.” “So regular blown-up bodies, not radioactive bodies,” I said dryly. “Much better.” “Trust me, you won’t be able to put this book down. It’s my comfort novel. I re-read it every year or two.” “Okay, I’m in,” I said. “I’m glad you chose that, because I’ve seen the Hunt for Red October movie, and I didn’t think it was great.”

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

They were real humans, and they were armed. As the men burst through the door, Russe transformed to his werewolf form and swung his claws, deflecting their blows with ease. He fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. One of the men landed a blow on Russe’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But just as Russe was about to be overwhelmed, he heard the howling sounds approaching. A group of werewolves appeared, armed with long, sharp claws. They charged towards the men, cutting them down with ease.

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

I was standing in awe at the sight of thousands of books racked on the wall from floor to ceiling. ‘It’s mind blowing’ another comment from him and I hummed, moving toward the rack of the book. ‘Adrian help me find the book on White Wolf’ I remembered that I have to find the book as soon as possible, admiring the collection can be done next time. I asked him to help me, but his questions forced me to stop and think. ‘I don’t know the name of book, Uncle Victor said he will send it to me.’ The corner of my lips lowered in sadness.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Gray still asks for a bazooka, - I added, winking at Nikita. - Went to war on the city? Yana laughed. - Would you like to join? I asked dismissively. Weapons are weapons, but I also needed fighters. The she-wolf with her guys was a strong player with her own autonomy for the arms business and, having lured her to her side (of course, on favorable terms), only Ibragimov remained on the list of my competitors for the place of the mistress of the city. At least those competitors who were real.

"When are you going to wake up?" He didn't respond. He couldn't, of course. In the corner, I saw a shelf of books that had both recent and vintage leather-bound novels. I looked over the spines till I saw "The Warrior and the Wolf." Fascinating. Startled at the underlined sections, I pulled it down. The book has been loved on, as seen by the notes in the margins. There were some thoughtful notes. A little snarky. As I read them, I laughed. I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner.