Wars Meme Novels & Stories

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.

God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

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.

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

Everyone knew what was about to happen— that three-letter word was ever so familiar now; W.A.R. Except that the word now had a dreadful adjective to it. What was about to happen wasn’t just War, but the MOTHER OF WARS, which would brutally feature fangs and claws— weapons that make your opponent answer Death’s calls. “Isla.” Natgy said my name and I turned my glare at her.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

Omg 😱 The war has began 🤤🤒🤒🤒 Katika has been shot 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧💔💔💔 Mei 💔💔💔💔 I love you all. 💖💖💖💝💝💝

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”