World Crisis Book Novels & Stories

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

(confused) but how sire) Karl:(goes to him and puts his hand on his shoulders) you don't have to worry about that, just go and prepare the troops Philemon:ok sire(leaves) On planet Mars preparations were in top gear to attack kataros's ships while Brian and his mom along with his sister got into an argument on his agreement to lead a million men to fight kataros Amanda:(in her son's room) Don't you see it's a bad idea you might killed or don't you care about me or your sister Britney (Brian's twin sister):I think you should not risk your life in this war you could have refused instead of putting your life at risk Brian:(on his bed)look I understand what you and Mom are saying but I have a du

"He was killed and I need to find out how. The balance is off. No one knows who’s supposed to lead. Packs are tense. Alliances are fragile. The wrong move at the wrong time could spark chaos. A war like that would spill into the human world and unleash all sorts of chaos on both species. Humans who do know about us have been looking for a reason to take us out for ages. And wolves who believe humans to be inferior have had their own ploys too." He swirled the drink in his glass, ice cubes clinking softly against each other; “... Both parties maintain a fragile balance. All it takes is one wrong move and a war erupts. Why do you think World Wars happen?” I was momentarily stunned. Was he real

His hands felt weak, and his legs seemed ready to collapse to the ground. "I can't believe this. How could this happen? How long has it been since the book I hold glowed like this? Such things only happened back when my ancestors were still alive," he thought to himself. He knew the origin of the book in his hands and its purpose. Inside it were recorded all the events that had ever occurred across the entire world, even in the realm of the gods. And he also knew that the appearance of this strange book was a sign that everything happening in the world would change the history of the Xiwang world. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know yet, but it was clear that it would bring a new ligh

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

Once she’s sure that there’s absolutely nothing left for her, Red goes to the door. Then she hears static. Red suddenly goes still. Light seems to bounce off the walls as Red hears the sound of a computer booting up. Slowly turning around, Red sees the computer turned on. Its screen was blank but its humming CPU told her, that despite the damage and lack of electricity, it was open. Red looked around but there was no sign of power anywhere else. A bit shaken, Red takes out her revolver. Then the screen turns on, revealing a white background that had a lot of static.