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.

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Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) xoxo, Ronnie

Warren as he glanced over at Iris who was obviously staring at him in confusion. “ Our firewalls had been taken down and a lot of hackers had been taking important files from the company's database..” His secretary explained and he looked like he was about to explode.. “ That's not all, boss… Kindly turn on the news..” Warren ended the call and decided to check the news on his phone with a straight face.. He felt his blood boil as he stared at his phone.. Apparently a company had just introduced a game to the world but unfortunately that game was developed by him and wasn't due to be released until three months..

Franca’s hug was tight, grateful, filled with unspoken dread. "I got your message," Raven whispered. "I knew something was off." "I got one too," Franca said. "It said: ’Well done for giving her the flash. It won’t stop the war.’" Raven froze. "What war?" Franca’s voice dropped to a hush. "Let’s go to my room." They hurried to the room. She locked the door, pulled a flash drive from her worn brown purse, and inserted it into her laptop. The screen lit up with choppy footage.

Countdown to Annihilation The emergency comm tablet flickered, displaying the global launch timer: 00:62:00... Barely over sixty hours... until global strike. The Only Way In Kyle’s strained voice echoed through the damaged comms, breath sharp: “Dock 17’s... right below us!" He paused, face pale as he studied the war station’s layout. "But it’s... guarded... by something.” Approaching the Fortress Suddenly... Massive floodlights blazed, cutting through the pitch-black waters, illuminating the towering hulls of Natalia’s rebuilt war fleet.

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.

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.