World War 1 As A Bar Fight Novels & Stories

Andrew smirked “I am sure he would be happy to tell you all about it, he called before he left Edwin who his men had gathered around, ~~~~~~ The bar had cleared as the ground tremored from the people running to seek refuge from the fight that had just broken out, it wasn’t a fair fight to the least as Edwin was barreled with high kicks and blows from the three men, He didn’t have any chance or an opening but didn’t back down without a fight, the sweat dripping down his back and neck mixed with his blood showed the struggles that he was facing from the constant blows to his body He had landed hits on one or two of the alpha occasionally, but in his drunken and weakened state he was not matche

Well, the guns aren’t gonna cock and shoot by itself, it’s time for some action. “But wait! You are a minor!” Who cares? this is a war! This will be the tale of how we face the unforgiving world.

Within the space of few hours we already set enough plan so as not to lose more men cause we definitely are not prepared for this war. "Fire!!" Tyler also gave out orders to the men with the silver bullet gun. I know my uncle will be stupid enough to want to fight in the old system whereas we are in a civilized world, were things are now made easy which is a plus one on our side. But the damn bastard got our mate! My wolf snap ready to come out and attack but I know that's a very wrong decision. Which lead to another fight among us and me wining again. ......... .........

And who did he think it was best to disguise in. Well... none other than Ivan. Yeah, when that happens, that means war. Anything is war, honestly. Fighting with siblings for ice cream is war. Two men fighting for a girl means war. Fighting for yourself is also war. It's just it doesn't make it to the history book. "That's why you match with history." Eclipse piped in. She's more of a commentator, really. "What? That didn't make any sense." "Oh! Let me be more clear. History is boring and senseless just like you."

My question was answered when he brought two fingers to his lips, releasing a whistling sound. Almost on cue, odd-looking guys appeared from the shadows. They had glares on me and were ready to fight. It looked like they had been preparing for this their whole life. I cocked a haughty smirk, glancing at the bar's back entrance. No one was in view. One of the bar rules was never to pick a fight with the customers in the bar. But luckily for me, it didn't say I couldn't fight them outside the bar. "What are you smiling at bitch!" One of the backups roared.

"All set? No. However, we don't have an option anymore, do we? I didn't respond. It was pointless to use words now. We had outlived diplomacy. previous rationale. Both of us were too heavily involved in this conflict to turn back. --- A natural force slammed at us with the first wave. As they clashed with the adversary, wolves jumped at one another, their claws outstretched and their fangs bared. The air was filled with the sound of fur tearing and bones breaking. The conflict rushed across the camp, leaving the ground beneath us smeared with blood.

Antonia’s POV “I don’t understand, just tell me what it means, I thought it was a fight, like you would both get in a ring and fight, or maybe in I don’t know, a field or something,” I shrugged. He paced in front of my desk, “that’s not what a one on one war is, it’s the tug for one soul, one that is unsuspecting, one that is teetering and bending to one side more than the other and you accepted it, which means it will be one that is bending to his side, close but not quite over the line yet.”

“Bar brawl. After we lost. I was pissed off and some guys ran their mouth. It got physical. No big deal.” “Bullshit.” Boston crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “You hate bars. You always come straight home after races. And that scent. What is that? Smells sweet. Like candy or something. Not your usual. Did you get yourself a gurl…..” I took a long sip of coffee and burned my tongue. Good. Pain helped me focus. “Drop it Boston. I said it was a fight. Some drunk alpha got handsy. I handled it.”

Which made their relationship a lot stronger than that of those who might have been blood related. I looked at Nikolay who was smiling at the two of us. Opening his arm, he called me to come and sit beside him while we talked about what we were going to do. We needed to plan what we were going to do, and we needed to plan it carefully. If we were going to enter such a war. We needed to be prepared to fight in it. For this was not a normal war. This was a mafia war, and mafia wars had no rules. Nikolay kissed my temple and the two of us looked at one another for a second before he looked at the men. Vladimir smiled at the two of us before he took out his tablet “well then, where were we?”

If anything, the head in the box seemed to make him even more uneasy that I had a mate who worked for the people we were fighting against. Or he was fighting against, seeing as no wolves had really been involved in this tiff yet. But one day soon, all of us would be and there was no way to stop it. Never in the history of our kind have we ever fought with each other. Never had a war. No one dared tried to assassinate the royal family and take over for them. This was all new territory and none of us knew how to tread inside it. “Call him. It’s more personal that way. He might get a bit emotional if he hears your voice.” He added and I wasn’t sure whether he was being sarcastic or not.