War Is Over Lyrics Novels & Stories

‎"I know. Now stop crying and get ready. Because tomorrow, we go to war.” ‎

, I say before shooting him in the head, and blood comes splattering all over me. “I’ve got her”, I hear the sound of one of my men inside my ear. They have Hazel. I run to the front door waiting for her. My heart beat fast. The war is finally over. All the dead bodies surrounding us make us believe that is finally over and we will be able to live our lives without it happening anymore. We finally proved we are the leaders. We rule New York, and they can always try to take us down, but we survive, and we prevail. We are the best of the best, and no matter what they throw our way, we fight, and we make it disappear.

Darling everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on... Hold on to this lullaby... Even when the music's gone, gone... Just close your eyes... The sun is going down... You'll be alright... No one can hurt you now... Come morning light... You and I'll be safe and sound... Ooohhhhhh... Ooooohhhhh... Aaaaaahhhhh... Aaaahhhhhh... Ooohhhhhhh... Ooohhhhhh... Aaaaaahhhhh... Aaaahhhhhh...

He remained mute for a moment, then he rubbed his temple in a bid of frustration, “I’ll talk to the others if that’s what you’re asking. We’ll move the tree tonight.” The flicker of hope had turned into a whole ray within the blink of an eye. I smiled, for the first time since the moon goddess herself chose me. At this pace, I was to be done with the trials and go back to the comfort for my home and resume my healing. I would’ve brought peace to the three lands, ending the war of the Alphas once and for all….i would be left alone finally. “We should go.” Buck murmured from behind me, “Congrats Luna, you’re quicker than I expected.”

“Then let it. Let the world finally see that we have won.” And in that moment Isabella knew the war was truly over. The chains of the past had fallen away. The ghosts of their battles had been laid to rest. What stretched before them was not uncertainty, but a canvas waiting to be painted with peace, with love, with legacy. It was only the beginning.

For Lyra and Di mitri Voss, the war was over. Life had just begun.

In the distance, the lights of the city twinkled—a city that was no longer ruled by shadows, but by the light we had fought to ignite. The contract was finished. The war was over. And as I looked at my husband, I realized that the only thing left to do was live. The End.

The last light of the day wrapped around them in soft gold. I went to them. Sat down beside them. The war was over. The world had settled into something new. And for the first time in a very long while There was nothing left to count.

It was…ours. And when we finally collapsed together, wrapped up in each other, the sound of our breathing the only thing between us, I let the tears fall again. Not from pain this time. But from something so deep it couldn’t be named. The war was over. And for the first time in a long time… I felt like I was home.

The war was over. For now. But something in the air whispered, not forever.