War Game Flash Novels & Stories

After that, I could match Yuri in duels. Aaron insisted on joining us for the war too. He wanted to avenge the death of his brother. Though I was against it master permitted him to form an army of human fighters. Aaron was to lead the fire team. Their job was to take the defeated Golden Shifters to the fire cube. Two golden shifters would wait for them and shove the defeated Golden Shifters inside the cube. I didn’t think it was a very useful job. Maybe master had just given him the job for his peace of mind and to keep him safe at the same time.

The omega cut off as Lexus’s finger’s rammed right against it. The alpha seemed to have no intentions of teasing him at this point as he continued to hammer into Azrin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. The omega wailed, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he thrusted himself backwards against the alpha’s hand in hard uncoordinated bursts. It wasn’t long before the omega was coming apart at the seams.

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

I said as they all look confused. "We are going to war," I announced as they all seemed shocked. But after they put things together, they all calm down. We were already close to the palace when I told them, from the hill we stand I could see the palace clearly, thanks to the help of the light in the palace. "My supposed beloved husband," I muttered. "I think this would be the time you would be meeting your end," I said with a wide smirk. "Draw out your weapon," I command them.

After stepping down from the altar, William sent me a text. "The negotiations are going well. What do you want to eat tonight?" I replied, "Are you actually negotiating right now?" As soon as I sent the message, I received a barrage of calls and texts. "I am. I'll explain it to you once I'm home." Through the livestream, I could see that William was shocked. He completely disregarded the wedding and hurriedly took his suit off, rushing home as if it were a matter of life and death. However, I had already left the borders of Moria.

GRAY I reach the gold team’s bunker just as they’re returning with the black team’s flag, whooping and cheering. Looks like we won- no thanks to me. I don’t explain my absence, just congratulate the team as they all celebrate. Then the black team makes their way over, hanging their heads in defeat. They aren’t too sour about it, though- everyone had a lot of fun. It was definitely a successful first war games. Brock comes up beside me, folding his arms and glaring. “Where’s Fallon?” he asks, his voice low so that only I can hear.

Lots of them. Flashes of light are slinging through the air. Finley ducks as a blast of purplish-blue light is aimed at us. I turn and see what must be a witch, or warlock I guess since it’s a man, aiming a second light at me. One of my warriors jumps on him from behind tearing him to shreds. My warrior chuffs a greeting at me before he’s back to fighting and I continue into the fray to find my mate.

On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning. --- Control Room Seraphim. A voice crackled over the radio: “Sir Alaric, Seraphim is back‑firing! Power systems have inverted! We can’t… stop it!” Alaric tightened his grip on a silver sword; a fanatical light shone in his eyes. “Good. Then let this flame burn everything. If blood is sin, I will be God’s hand.” He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.”

What if he was being played? :Warrior, I hear your struggle. Vargas is manipulating your thoughts. He wants to distract you with doubt.: Rhychard swung a leg over his seat and sat. "I've been manipulated since Jamairlo handed me this damn sword. I'm forced into a war I didn't want, and it wasn't the Unseelie who drafted me." He pushed the switch, and the Suzuki roared to life. "There is no history, Kree, for me to prove your words true or false. Hell, most people would want me locked away if this ever came to light."

Jake replied and grinned as he drove them back to the clubhouse. Warren didn’t say anything, but he gave Jake a look as he pulled up to the clubhouse and parked his truck at the back of the bar. He followed Jake when he got out and headed to a side door. Jake scanned his palm and typed in a code before the door clicked open. Inside the clubhouse, Warren was greeted by men wearing Warrior cuts. He glanced around at the men all staring at him and he knew then that he never would’ve made it inside this place, not with the intention of walking out again.