Novel & Cerita World War 1 As A Bar Fight

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

“Besides, how do you know they’re boys?” “It’s better that than a cold death,” Bart said, ignoring my question. I didn’t say anything. He was entitled to his opinions and goodness knows he earned the right to have them after a hundred and fifty plus years down here. “You said that you were disappointed I didn’t have a conversation with you yesterday,” I said, trying again. “What do you want to talk about?” Bart thought for a minute. “What ever happened in that war?” he asked. “The war?” I was confused.

When the resort was in total ruin, they moved to the more open streets and soon buildings were crumbling and burning. Baril descended into chaos. There was pandemonium and a lot of people were shocked. Who could have the guts to start a fight in Baril? More than the three realms, Baril was the most peaceful place on the continent, and public unrest was prohibited. Why would KuLaa start such a grand fight in such a place? Kurt frowned as he watched her fight; flying, disappearing, and reappearing. He was so absorbed in the fight that he didn't notice when his father moved close to him and touched him.

I replied, shrugging and toasting aside a large piece of half burnt wood. “Indeed?” Levi asked. “Indeed” I replied. “But then with the way things are going on, they could really destroy us all with their cowardliness don’t you think? And at the end no one will question them cause there are never rules in war” Levi said, abandoning his work and turning to face me. “You are right in some ways but then we are not at war with anyone at least not officially. Beside we definitely will figure this out and they are going to regret ever doing this” I uttered, trying to suppress my sudden rage.

The moment Andrea opened his mouth and said the wrong thing, I knew we were screwed. The man’s eyes darkened, his face twisting in rage. “You son of a—” His fist came fast, aiming straight for Andrea’s jaw. Andrea barely ducked in time, stumbling back into me. Before I could react, another guy lunged at us, knocking over a table in the process. And just like that, chaos erupted. Beer bottles shattered against the floor, chairs scraped violently as men leaped to their feet, and the once lively bar turned into an all-out war zone.

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

“He talked too much. Who’s next?” The shock on their faces said they were stunned that I’d snuffed out the life of their colleague faster than they could blink. But soon, the reality dawned on them that we’d started a war, and anger quickly replaced the shock on their faces. Man after man, the weapons came out: guns, sticks, and daggers. But this was a war I intended to win. “Anatoly?” “Boss?”

I am a twenty eight year old surgeon on trial for murder and I was noticing what colour shirt a man was wearing. "How did you get that scar," I blurted out. Not because I had planned to ask. Just because my mouth said it before my brain could intervene. He looked up at me and touched the spot under his eye automatically. "Which one." "Under your left eye." I motioned with my fingers. Pointing at his left eyes. "Bar fight," he said. "Second year of university." I blinked. "You were in a bar fight." "I was trying to stop one." He picked up his fork. "It didn't go well initially."

They must know that a crime like this will cause a bloody war. The peaceful times are over. Hope you enjoyed this chapter hunny bunnies!!!

The calm doesn’t last long though, as he picks up a pen and throws it at me. I quickly lean to the left and dodge it, as he growls, “You couldn’t keep you dick in your pants! You just had to go find someone who isn’t your mate and fuck! Do you even remember one reason why the great war started and why Alpha Marcus’ son fought against him in the war?” I look down at my lap. The great war. What does this have to do with the great war? He growls even louder. “Do you know why?”