War Game Flash Novels & Stories

Faster than planned. The war starts now.

"Trust me, I'll always have this fire in my soul. But... that explains why you and Phuture are sticking your head in our domestic issues here in Greenland. So... you're from The Union Greenland too?" "I am. I don't mean to spoil it for you, but in history class as a child I read that this war lasted four years. It seems things are going to end much quicker though..." "Spoil?" Willie Lou chuckled. "I know we're gonna win." The duo's conversation was cut short when they saw flames from a distance, determining them to be torches coming closer to their destination. The demon platoon finally arrived to finish their war against The Demon Corps without knowing their leader was dead.

Miles heaved a sigh. “Of course not. “After all, the Council of Myth specializes in hidden weapons, not martial arts. “That said, I can let you in on a secret. “The Royal Flush can break through any Gods of War’s defenses. “You may seem impressive, but you can only die if you’re targeted by the Royal Flush anyway.” Harvey’s expression remained unchanged. “You’re threatening me with a hidden weapon? “Are you stupid?” Miles let out another sigh. “I know that many people don’t believe us.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

War started now. ***

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.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

In one, he stood beside a teenage Cassian, both of them stone-faced, standing in front of the Dorne Enterprises building. But next to those were something else. Articles. Old newspapers. Pinned, preserved behind glass. ARMAND INDUSTRIES UNDER FIRE FOR FRAUD INVESTIGATION CEO GREGORY ARMAND DENIES ALL ALLEGATIONS ARMAND FAMILY’S REPUTATION IN QUESTION INVESTOR COLLAPSE LEAVES THOUSANDS JOBLESS My breath caught. My last name screamed back at me from every headline. My eyes drifted lower to a different frame. It was a hospital photo of Cassian and his father.