Novel & Cerita War Of The Worlds 2025

I'm pleased that everything is finally coming back just the way I like it and getting that phone call from Peter just confirms that everyone is aware of what is about to happen. I air swipe a command to start another world war. All the loyal nations under me have been provided with vaporizers and enough Nanogex to heal soldiers on the spot. It'll be a long waiting game before everything goes back to the way it should. I want this war to be known as the fastest world war in history. If not, this should still be the most remembered one.

“Can we.” “No”

The Real War is About to Begin I stepped forward. “Vanessa… What's coming?” Her sparkling eyes dimmed. Her voice— commonly complete of confidence— became quiet. “They are older than The Watchers.” “Older than Earth.” “And they no longer ask. They no longer watch.” “They best consume.” Rachel’s breath hitched. “Oh. Great.” Vanessa became lower back to the console. “They have already seen us.” Ethan exhaled. “So what will we do?” Vanessa checked me out. And smiled.“We put together for war.”

The New Year’s Eve countdown on the primary monitor reached the final ten minutes: 00:09:59. The battle for the global broadcast was no longer about machines, hackers, or hidden bases. It was a war between the ancient, frozen keepers of the status quo and the messy, dissonant future of a world finally waking up to its own power. The Seven Elders raised their hands, the Symphony Conduit spun faster, and the first note of the final war erupted in a blinding flash of violet light.

**Countdown to the Endgame** 72 Hours Until Project Revenant Activation – En Route to Geneva, Switzerland The private jet hummed softly as it cut through the night sky. Below them, the world remained blissfully unaware of the silent war that was about to decide its future. Ayesha sat near the window, her thoughts a storm she couldn’t quiet. Titan was gone. Moreau and Kade were defeated. And yet? A new war had already begun. She turned to Zayn, seated across from her, his face unreadable.

“End the war… or destroy everything? How? Kael’s not even himself right now. Who would destroy the world? Me or him?” “Both are possible,” Bianca said. “Kael may be broken, but the Council isn’t. If you falter, they’ll finish what he started… and once the election ends, they’ll move to wipe out humans entirely.” My voice rose. “Me? I’m nineteen, Bianca. Nineteen. I can barely hold myself together. How am I supposed to fight a war meant for alphas and monsters?”

A man watched from the trees. He turned to another figure, older, wrapped in priest’s robes. "They cut the signals." The priest lit a cigarette. "Then the next war won’t be digital." "No." He watched the sun vanish over the sea. "The next war will be personal." The camera zoomed on the toy. It was shaped like a crown. And on its side, painted in blood: EVR-01.

“Alright then, good luck. Have a safe trip, okay? I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” “Promise you’ll pick up when I call,” she said teasingly. “I promise,” I said, and we ended the call. When I returned to the office, I told Sky and Hailey everything—how Vesper had finally cracked, how Jason and his little demons had been sentenced, how justice finally caught up with them. We celebrated quietly, in that way women do when the war is over but the bruises are still healing. We laughed a bit, shared knowing glances, and hugged once or twice more than necessary.