War Of Art Novels & Stories

Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers. “The war of the Gods,” Damien said over my shoulder as he noticed my admiration of the art. The war of the gods was a ten-year war between Hades and his brothers to overthrow their father9, I tried to find which character depicted was meant to be Lucifer since I had already found Zeus.

Pride and relief softened his features. Across the city, Walter Crane hurled a glass at the wall, brandy splattering across marble. “She turned it on me,” he snarled. Savannah stood in the doorway, shaken but still defiant. “Then we hit harder. This isn’t over.” Walter’s eyes blazed. “No. It’s only beginning.” Savannah hesitated, glancing at the shards glittering on the floor. “You’re talking about fighting a war, Father. But wars destroy more than they prove.”

This was no longer misunderstanding. This was war.

he said, not pulling his eyes off her body. She could feel his eyes on her and she didn't want to mention it so they wouldn't both feel conscious about it. She was sure he would take his eyes off her soon so they kept on walking through the room, checking each work and deciding to judge it through their eyes. Lila had to admit that Levi knew a little more about art than she did, and she took it as a challenge. She immediately thought of how her mother made her see everything in life as a challenge and tackle it at once. She knew it should not bother her that Levi was better at art than her but she wanted to be on top.

Because this— Was no longer a rivalry. It was a war.

(Would the next 5 years decide the war to come? The End

Though reluctant, they knew we need to paint a big pictures, personal feelings need to be set aside at the time like this. “...Still, I am sure that when the war started…then the demons will started to flung out right?…then, won’t that reflected badly on Alemia and our nation image?..I mean, we are literally up against an underworld being that comes out of nowhere and it comes from our backyard…”. (Rafaela) “...That is true…no matter how hard we wanted to hide this fact…when the wars broke out…for certain that people will started to talk and the words will spread…at that time whether we want it or not…we will get our image smashed…”. (Elijah)

"She doesn’t love you anymore. And she never will again. Now leave. Before I make you leave." I heard Julian’s footsteps walk away. Whitman turned and saw me standing there. Whitman walked over to me, his face softening. "Are you alright?" "I’m fine," I said. "Thank you." "He won’t bother you again," Whitman said. "I made sure of that." I nodded. We stood there in silence for a moment, looking at the lake. "There’s something else I should tell you," Whitman said finally. "Father has been investigating Julian for years. He’s been using his military connections to smuggle arms overseas. The FBI is going to arrest him tomorrow. He’ll be in prison for a very long time."

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes. I’m going to shower, then get my schedule and some books. Maybe we can look through them and see what's in store for us. Yorick and I spend the afternoon going through our schedule. “I’ve never considered war an art,” I say, looking at the class titles Art of War. “Many do though,” Yorick says, flipping through his book. “There are lots of books on it.” I'm sitting on the small couch in my room. He'd pulled up a chair, pulling my legs over his lap. As we’ve talked and gone through our course schedule, his fingers had been gently running up and down my legs, periodically rubbing my feet as we talk. At some point, he’d extended his legs to the couch and I start