War Novels Fiction Novels & Stories

It was an unexpected declaration of war where the werewolves were at a disadvantage, but that didn't mean they were already losing because the ravenous spirit of these beings was mighty, and they wouldn't be easily defeated. "They ended my brother's life in a cruel manner, so I will carry on his legacy and won't let any of you live. I will create chaos, and your wretched village will be the first to receive the fury of my revenge," Fiona says, creating a black-colored fire in her hand.

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.

Some of them read multiple times judging by the cracking of the binding. History. Military strategy. Economics. Law. Psychology. Philosophy. One entire shelf of biographies of powerful men across different centuries and continents. And then something that surprised me. Fiction. A whole section of it tucked into the far corner like something private. Novels. Some of them old enough that the titles had faded. I pulled one out carefully. A Russian novel. Thick. Dense. The kind of book that required patience and silence and the willingness to sit inside discomfort for extended periods.

Ed watched from the shadow of a doorway as wolves in were and human form were hit with bullets, all of them went down with yips and yells of pain, but the more powerful wolves did not bounce back as quickly as they should and the older hunter's mouth went dry with worry as he watched a young Quicksilver wolf crash to the floor as his body was sprayed with gunfire. Ed dashed through the chaos, grabbing the slowly shifting wolf and pulled until he and the now naked body of a woman no older than twenty-five were secured into a dark corner and pulled her still bleeding body into his lap. Ed looked at her entry wounds with confusion, not only were they not starting to heal at all, but it looked l

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.

For the next three hours, Waverly sat curled on the couch, absorbed in her novel about a World War II couple writing letters back and forth to one another during the height of the event. Even though Waverly had never given much consideration until late about finding her match, she still was passionate about reading stories surrounding the idea of fantastical love found in the most conventional and trope-like characters.