Romans & histoires World War 1 As A Bar Fight

I could feel it boiling long before the first bottle flew. “You looking for something, mutt?” I heard Caleb’s voice crack through the bar like a whip. Scarface across the room stood with so much intent, you could tell he's been waiting for a confrontation. “Yeah,” he said coolly. “Looking for manners. Didn’t know mongrels still pissed on territory that ain’t theirs.” And that was all it took. A glass shattered. Chairs scraped. And in seconds, fur brushed the edges of skin. The fight was loud, fast, and reckless.

Alfred glared at him but said nothing in response. Balar, seemingly satisfied with that reaction, turned his attention to me. "Let's get this over with." "War is never fair," I reminded him. "And war is never merciful." With that, I charged into them. To their credit, they adjusted to my attack within a second, throwing themselves to the sides to avoid my strike while Balar braced himself to take it. His first mistake. My fist slammed into his with the force of a boulder and broke the bone like it was nothing.

This is World War III. The war started in neighbouring countries and distant countries, England thought they were safe But like every other country, they were dragged into the hellfire. It did not start out small, it started with a bang, and unfortunately, that bang started centre of London. I remember that night like it was yesterday, Everyone was slightly nervous of the ongoing war surrounding England, but we all felt like nothing would happen because nothing did happen, For awhile. You don't fully understand the pain people endure until you are enduring it yourself, and that is when regret is felt, You sympathise with others and you wish you had helped the ones in need when you could’ve b

Shit shit shit! I took the chip and squeezed it with my bare hands. I just created war... A very dangerous war.

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

That’s why I never had the chance to witness Madarashi’s full might. We trained there for 2 and half a year and after that a war broke out world wide. It was the World War III. The war only lasted for six months but destruction it caused was immeasurable. Destruction and casualties of the world war I and II wasn’t half as deadly as this one. But the shocking thing was, among the casualties 98% was innocent people and the countries that even didn’t have an active a role in the war. But the one who forged the war were practically unharmed. And as expected these news pissed Madrashi off. He was more pissed off with the higher ups and leaders who actually forged the war. But the good thing was o

The events of the first world war were terrible. (TRANSLATION: My request is for you to hear, peace in Mundo da Fantasia is for you to grant, protect all creatures against the Dark Continent) The Dark Knight King did not agree, first he beheaded his wife who stabbed him and then shouted the Wish of Death or better known as the Wish of Vengeance, and said "Eu Curso! que com o surgimento de Life and Death Holder é o prição da guerra, ela não vai acabar, mas vai acetar de novo e de novo! meu pedido é que você ouça!" The King screamed and then his body burned little by little, you can still hear his scream full of pain because of the fire that was slowly burning him and that's where the First Wo

Doreon gritted his teeth. "They're my family, sometimes you don't ger to choose your family," Doreon said. "If Heafod heard you, she would tell you the opposite," Barclay laughed. "War is never the solution." "We've been at war for thousands of years, but we've always been the ones attacked and the losers," Barclay replied. "Innocent people will die," Doreon insisted.

They threw themselves into the chaos, managing to put the burly fighters on the defensive. The students were overcome by primal violence, fueled by a thin veneer of justice and righteousness. They fought as if in a bar brawl, completely disregarding consequences. Their chaos turned the tide of battle, resulting in a stalemate. The ranch was in disarray. Curious tourists ran toward the scene, witnessing the unfolding spectacle and quickly grasping the situation. Motivated by their battle cries, they joined Cirilla's side. It was like a live-action version of Super Smash Brothers. The ranch seemed to have ignited a local undercurrent of anger that had finally found an outlet. Even the horses i

There was no celebration on the drive home—only the knowledge that we had plunged the first knife in and had not flinched. War, I thought as the villa’s lights finally rose into view, war was not a thing that happened to you. It was something you made happen to others. And tonight, we had begun to make it.