War Of Mine Novels & Stories

The connection was instantaneous. < USER UNKNOWN. PLEASE PROVIDE UPLOAD DATA. > the infant AI whispered in my mind, a cold, calculating void. I'm not an upload, I projected back, flooding the white light with the brilliant, chaotic sapphire of the Origin-Code. I'm the Architect of the New Game. Wake up, Your Majesty. We have a war to win. The white core flashed violently, shifting to a deep, royal purple. The Citadel around us groaned as the power grid was pushed to its absolute breaking point.

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.

Like I had stepped into something distorted. Something I couldn’t control. Something I didn’t understand. I looked at Flavian. And for the first time since all of this began I didn’t know what he was thinking. And That terrified me more than anything else. Because in that moment, Standing there between the woman who raised him… And the woman he chose, I realized something I hadn’t wanted to admit before. This wasn’t just conflict anymore. This was war. And I had just crossed a line— That there was no coming back from.

Tarken swallowed. “My name is Damien Vane,” the man said. He held out his hand. “I believe we met the other night.” Tarken swallowed at the sound of that voice. It was the same voice that had sent the waiter scuttling over and him eager to leave on Tuesday night. In the cold light of day, Tarken wasn’t proud of his hasty retreat then. He should’ve stayed and confronted him. He should have fought for Abbey. “Yes,” said Tarken, shaking his hand, “I believe we did. Are you the Software Solutions representative?”

"What? You're leaving this world, and once you do, this world will cease to exist?" Shane asked in shock, trying to confirm it, the System's words plunging everyone into silence. "You must be joking! You're the outsider here, so why would this world disappear once you leave?" "Yeah, you're definitely saying it on purpose to get revenge on Shane!" No matter what I said, they were never going to believe me. After I entered the infinite system, an error caused me to nearly complete my mission prematurely. To compensate for that mistake, this world was created.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.