War Game Flash Novels & Stories

POV Warren The camera flashes fired like artillery rounds, but for the first time in months, I would rather not take cover. I bathed in them. Every shutter click composed a note in the symphony of my triumph—evidence that the Warren West the world saw humiliated at the altar by Amy Romano was dead. In his place stood a man reborn, clad in an impeccably tailored suit and accompanied by a bride who, though merely a consolation prize to fools, served as my Trojan Horse into the empire that was mine by right.

Keagan had never seen such sophistication before, if only his world had such advancements. The personnel within the station were a mix of weary veterans and fresh-faced recruits, their uniforms a blend of futuristic armor and tactical gear. Blitz occasionally waved at some of them, some returning the gesture with rude snares, it seemed not everyone was accustomed to his presence and Keagan was not alone in that aspect. In one corner, a bustling briefing room buzzed with activity as detectives and officers analyzed evidence holograms, attempting to decipher the intricate patterns.

The hair on my body stood on end, and I growled in its direction. “Who are you? Show yourself.” Not a single attempt was made to reveal their identity, and just as I was about to invade their hiding spot, A tall, lean man emerged from the bushes and glared at me with hatred bleeding from his eyes. “You're good. Most people wouldn't know I was there till it's too late. It's no wonder they call you the queen of war...” My heart rate spiked when I felt more enemies surrounding me, and a low growl left my lips as a creepy smirk appeared on his.

Looking at them now, it seems those myths were true. A gray-looking wolf which was a bit above my size, moved closer. “Who do we have here? Princess Serena, I told you, you can never hide." As the Rogue said, his tone had a mix of mockery and pride. His furs were so scanty, I had never seen a wolf so disheveled and unkempt. Who was Princess Serena? Seems they got the wrong person. He moved closer sniffing the air around me. Lenor growls in displeasure, “It sure is you!" He affirmed.

"Oh, you're getting married? Where's this guy? Bring him out so we can all see. If he's real, I'll give you a nice wedding gift—consider it a thank you for finally leaving me alone." "Yeah, same here! A big celebration like this calls for fireworks, right?" Seeing their confident expressions, I let out a cold laugh and reached for my phone.

Reply 'Accept' to confirm. I stared at the words Remains Recovery Unit for a long time. My fingers trembled faintly above the screen. The peacekeeping force was deployed to a battlefield halfway across the world. I would have no one for me there. No parents, no Sam, no Melissa. Only the eternal silence of the dead, and the smell of disinfectant in endless tents. In my previous life, I passed the selection too. But I gave it up in hopes of spending my life with that special someone.

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Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.