War Game Flash Novels & Stories

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

The outline had promised exactly that. The room delivered it mercilessly. Then, because our lives had developed a habit of refusing uninterrupted tenderness on principle, something clicked behind the wall. Not loud. Small. Mechanical. Known. We both froze. The war room. Renaud straightened first. “That was not me.” “I know.” My pulse changed at once. Not from him now. From the wall. I stepped back, already moving toward the panel seam near the shelves. He followed. Of course he did.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

He said pointing at him like a warning. "Ouch!" A sharp, stinging pain suddenly flared in his side. Nadia leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she hissed, "Don’t you dare speak out of impulse. Control your words, except you want to die.” her eyes flashing a warning, before finally letting him go. Alexander felt the warmth of her breath and the desperation in her touch. He went quiet, waiting for the moment the "War God" would truly be needed. Everyone in the room mistook his playful behavior for laziness.

"It feels... safer than the silk. Nyx likes the weight." "Your wolf knows we are going to war, Elara," I murmured, leaning down until my lips brushed against the brand on her throat, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight to her core. "The regional elders are still sitting in the high chamber, but they are just the political cover. The real fight begins when we unwrap Bryce’s corporate files and show the quadrant that the Crescent Warriors don't answer to the alliance anymore." I reached into my gear bag, pulling out the small, heavy iron flash drive and the silver communication pad, locking them into my utility sleeves.

Their shaggy matted fur and sharpened fangs almost caused Warren to blink. “Let's go Archon,” Warren shouted and the griffin aura surrounded his body. He felt the drain on his body more fiercely this time, “How long?” The timer in his mind read five minutes. He looked skyward and Theria looked about finished. “Theria's almost done, prepare to fire,” Warren shouted. The bulk of the Adlets warriors were now close enough to see the whites of their eyes, “Take this you stupid mutts,” Jack unleashed the heavy cannons on their foes, the gunfire lasted for ten seconds, and then clicked rapidly, “Hey Warren...”

John straightened his back, suddenly confident in whatever I wanted to say. “You have the room, Talia. What do you have that will help us win this war?” I withdrew a flashdrive from my Jean pocket and tossed it to him which he caught mid-air. “That’s all you need, right there.” “What am I looking at, Talia?” John asked, examining the flashdrive.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

Kimora is seen sitting in the main hall with a small crowd of people, enjoying the party Xanne has thrown for the new recruits. Dantzler: (Using the speakers as the ship is now seen from a distance. Shown to be flying away from Japan at exactly 8:15pm; with military jets on their tail.) "Welcome one and all to W.O.L.F! I am your DJ for the night, Dantzler Kamahazara!!"