War Novels & Stories

It’s almost like she just copied the book. About an hour into it, Ben found the notes telling which war happened where. I had Ben read out to me while I wrote down W1, W2, etc. next to each ‘X’. That’s when I saw it. War 1 was located in what is now known as Russia. War 2 was located in now known as Canada. War 3 was located in now known Mexico. War 4 was located in now known Mid-West USA. “Hey look at this.” I called out to Ben who was sitting on the other side of the table from me.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

I say coolly. "Fools!" he exclaims and throws his hands up. You're going to destroy everything your father and his father built! And I'm going to watch it implode and fall down all around you." "Bye, Sean," Roberto says easily. "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." Mumbling threats under his breath, Sean stalks out. I look over at my brother. "Whelp, that may have just started World War III." "You did the right thing," he assures me. "There's gonna be some fallout, but it's time to end the rivalry and let go of all the shady bullshit. If Matthias Volkanov wants to run the underground

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

the Don boomed in anger, I only laughed which seemed to fuel his anger, his minion tied me to the chair and I didn't even struggle, I was doing a staring contest with the beast who was throwing me daggers with his eyes, I think I found a new hobby, and it's digging my grave further, I already established the fact since a long time that my grave was already dug, I gave the beast a wink, digging my grave further, at least if they're going to tie my mouth, so I can't speak, I could at least use my eyes, maybe until he decides to pull them out.

ONE WEEK LATER Starr's POV My legs moved up wrapping around his waist as he continued to thrust in out of me, his desire filled eyes pulling me closer to the edge as sweat continued to gather on my soft skin. My hands roamed over his back keeping him close, loving the heat that surrounded our bodies as moans fell off my lips into the atmosphere to be heard and received only by him. "Fuck," He groaned out pulling away slightly as he removed his member squeezing the tip, the sight pulling an amused smile from me.

“It’s okay. Let’s go.” They successfully made it out of the pack house and that was when Kimberly realized how serious the war was. There were dead werewolves everywhere. Injured ones groaning in pain. Women screaming, children crying, doctors trying to attend to the wounded werewolves, at the same time trying to get the women and children to safety, as the fight went on. 'This has to stop' she concluded within herself, removing her hand from Alan’s grip. “Kimberly, what are you doing?” Alan worriedly asked, taking caution of their surrounding, so they don’t get attacked unexpectedly.

Aria stiffened. Kaelen’s grip tightened. War was coming. And the world would never be the same again.

Not just motherhood. But war.