War Of Art Novels & Stories

- I was curious to know more. - I trust only a limited number of people. You saw that, Darling. Willian tried to use you against me. In the world I live in, things aren't as simple as in this picture. People want to win and they're not afraid to destroy whatever stands between them and victory. I feel like I'm at war with everyone all the time. There is simplicity or colors. There is no peace. - He gestured to the artwork and sighed.

What would you think if I did the same with another man? Zachary's face contorted in anger. "Lindsey Ford, could you not be so disgusting with your words? "Bianca did it to celebrate her body as a form of art. It was about confidence and breaking free from the chains. She wore that to explore her own body. You wouldn't understand it." He looked at me with disgust before continuing, "I was contributing to art. If you think it's disgusting, it's because you know nothing about its beauty. Not only that, you're just jealous and can't take it when someone else's outstanding."

He took a breathe and lowered his voice again, "When this all started... I thought we were doing the right thing, my father made me believe that it was for the best, but so many lives have been lost since we took our rebellion to the field. I can not help but wonder if this is right Boro... I can not help but think that WE are the villians causing all this death. Remember Ruthford? I can not have that happen again Boro, I just can not..." "Lite... That's not fair Ruthford was not your fault, things got out of control quickly but we handled it remember that? This IS right, that boy was made to fight in this war by a power mad king. A king who would put a blade in the hands of a child and forc

The slow expansion of consequences, fractures, and choices that would define this post-war era had only just begun. And Aria, for the first time in her life, understood that the real war was not fought in open battlefields. It was fought in the subtle spaces between people, in the choices they made when no one was commanding them, and in the quiet acknowledgment of power that could exist without coercion.

As if he was here but perhaps I was simply imagining things. "No." I asserted. "So you want war then. Green we both know that if our communities go against each other, there would be no winner. It will just be a cycle of endless war between our kind. One that could last for hundreds of years." He explained. "Do you want that? I don't know what you're planning to use these artifacts for but I'm pretty sure you don't have a few hundred years to spare just to get my stone."

The contact was light, almost cautious, yet it sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear. “I would keep it,” he said. I looked at his hand, at the way his fingers hovered as though he would withdraw the moment I asked. “You cannot,” I whispered. “Your world and mine are already at war.” “Wars begin because people refuse to see one another,” he replied. “They end when someone dares to.” I searched his face for deception, for hunger, for the dark cunning the council insisted lived in his kind. I found none of it. Only a quiet gravity. Only a man who carried loss like an old scar.

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

Rose and Heather were crying and Mama, Henni, and Alice were all questioning Papa furiously at the same time. Seline did not know what had happened but what ever it was it had to be serious. Seline stepped to the side of the raucous and grabbed Rose’s forearm, “What is it Rosie? Why is everyone so upset?” Rose lifted her face with tears cascading down it and said “WAR! They have gone to war and they conscripted all the men under 35 this morning. They are all to meet at the town square this evening to head to camp.” Seline felt her legs start to give way and sat herself on the bench next to her. All the men under 35 would be just about every man in the entire county. When they have gone off t

Dremis threatened his life before, he would probably do it again, if Dremis found out that Daniel was helping the girls. “You do realize, this is getting dangerous?” Daniel said chewing on some of his food. “Um yeah, that is why we ran,” Gabriela spoke before Abey could. She could see Abey was a little concerned about talking about this. “Look, Daniel, we can do this alone now, you should leave before you get hurt.” “Oh I don’t think so, you see this war started because of the two of you, not saying it is your fault. But your destinies have a part in this whole thing,” he said biting down again.