War Of The Worlds Novel Novels & Stories

She told herself that again and again until her breathing slowly came back to normal and she could no longer hear the rustling of the wind outside. Rie turned her gaze back to the book she’s reading. It was the historic account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone had known it, ended. In the year 2025, the third biggest war in the history of mankind happened. But it wasn’t between two countries or group of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That’s right, vampires and werewolves. When nobody believed in such beings, they suddenly appeared and changed the course of history. That was followed by the appearance of witches, wizards, even fair

I rolled my eyes inwardly at his words “Yeah, baby sister…’ I repeated while he got comfortable. "Let's come back to earth, I saw the book you were reading before I arrived." "What? Did you..." "Relax! I know you must have a lot of suitors now, and concerning the changes, you are having on your body, you will become curious but it's bad to read stuff about boys, and relationships, especially the type that have strong erotic scenes." I felt so embarrassed that, he had to see that scene where the bad boy was having intercourse with his innocent girl, although the book wasn't all that bad most people judge a book by its cover.

A flood of images she could not understand. Worlds. Endless worlds. Civilizations older than galaxies. Beings made of thought and light. Creatures capable of shaping existence with a single decision. And among them— War. A terrible war. One so vast that entire realities had burned. Emma dropped to one knee. A scream tore from her throat. The memories wouldn't stop. The Creator rushed toward her. "Emma!" The moment she touched her— A shockwave exploded outward. The Creator was thrown backward. The Observer retreated another step.

Nova found herself whispering. "Choice." The Architect nodded. "Yes." The vision showed civilizations making mistakes. Starting wars. Creating suffering. Destroying themselves, yet despite everything, they continued choosing. The Architects hated it. Many wanted control. Others wanted freedom. Eventually they divided. The memory accelerated. Nova watched worlds burn. Stars die. Entire dimensions collapse. The First War. The war that created the Silences. The Architect looked almost ashamed. "We built weapons." The First Silence appeared. Then the Second. Then the Third.

Auriel stood at the long end of the long corridor, he was flanked by two of my Elites soldiers who didn’t even look like soldiers anymore. They looked like hollowed out shells of men, like zombie puppets, dangling on Auriel’s strings. “Aurielll” I growled out. The sound didn’t come from my throat, it came from my throat vibrating like a tornado hitting a roof. “ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.”

“Tell the others to prepare. There will be no peace now. The gods are waking.” Mae stumbled after him, her thoughts spinning. Lucien’s face burned in her mind, the memory of his touch a fragile anchor against the storm she felt coming. The war was no longer a distant threat. It was here, creeping from the cracks of forgotten worlds, reaching for her, for them all. As they neared the ship, the ground split far behind them, a burst of violet light erupting skyward. Mae turned one last time to see the jagged silhouettes multiplying, spreading like a plague, and in the blinding glow she thought she heard it again.

But did I have the energy for that kind of war? Honestly? No. I was exhausted. I just wanted peace. A life where I didn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder or wonder when the next betrayal would come. Maybe this was the best thing after all. I had been asking the universe for a knife to cut the cord—and Alex just handed me a sword. I picked up a pen and hovered it over the paper. But my hand trembled. Tears filled my eyes as years of memories came rushing back—both the sweet lies and the painful truths.

Being that those were over thousands of years away from the present moment. Before the wars between planets... And before the birth of between the dimensions of the Kingdoms of Helion. ages ago An ancient planet that was long ago destroyed by wars and the ravages of nature for some who worshiped their planet. Knowing that in his ancestors destroyed and embittered from an immense devastated plain of destruction and a war field of gods of ancient Ragnarok, it turns out that this was mirrored in worlds dominated by werewolves.

I've never been normal, well what even is normal anyways? In this dystopian world is it even a thing anymore? The wars had scarred the world everywhere, even in places like here in the middle of nothing and nowhere the evidence was clear. Humans did not take it nicely to finding out that all those ghost stories were real, and it was even worse when the subs (subnaturals) didn't ask to come out of hiding. Hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost over this never-ending war, leaving people who grew up like me, alone.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.