World War 2 Book Novels & Stories

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

“The ruins opened, and what lay beyond gave them a power that shifted the balance of the world. But the details of what they found remain a mystery, even to this day. What’s certain is that their hunger for blood and power only grew worse after that.” “Their actions in Egon’s time cemented their reputation for cruelty,” Quintan said. “But their ambitions didn’t end there. They grew bolder, weaving themselves into the fabric of history, always hidden in the shadows. Do you know,” he asked abruptly, “who was the true instigator of World War II?” Maria blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt change in subject. “It was… Emsgate and Luftania, wasn’t it? Their territorial ambitions and alliance we

"Congratulations. You've officially revealed which one of you is my real friend." Micha patted my shoulder with a grin. "Glad to be of service." The mood shifted slightly as Micha leaned back, his smile fading into something thoughtful. "It's been a while since we checked the Living Book," he said quietly. My eyes widened. He was right. With the war looming over us, demons burning entire packs, and Roosevelt moving like a shadow over the realm, the Living Book had slipped my mind entirely. "It's in my drawer," I said after a moment. "We should check it. Now."

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Too bad because I'd have worn one. He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I'll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I've read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Civil War but not this one. I pick up the hardcover and hate the fact that my Nook reader is back in my apartment. I'd love nothing more than a good murder thriller right now.

They took off like shadows slipping between trees. We searched the cliffside, but the rancid odor drowned out everything. Hours passed. Rage and hopelessness battled in my chest until Jesse’s voice cracked through the link: ‘Alpha—behind the falls. A cave. Tunnels. Old ones. We found canisters—full of feces and blood. Same damn scent.’ My heart plunged. We knew those tunnels. Every royal did. They were the hiding places of women and children during the Great War. An inside job. Someone who knew our history. Someone who wanted to defile it.

They both knew. The war for the crown was over. But the war for survival had just begun. (End of Book 1 - New York Arc) (Start of Book 2 - The Kingdom's Secret)

Maurice walked ahead as I scurried behind him, gazing around at the unending land of graves, "Growing up, my grandfather would tell me stories, about how people started to go missing in a bulk 50 years ago, the police had no leads, and when no one was coming forward with information, one after the other the cases became cold, and the public became outraged, started a fucking world war, end of the fucking world," he chuckled with a snort, looking back at me who was fighting to keep up, I was growing weaker and weaker with every step I took, "Why? Why were they fighting?" I swallowed hard, "Instead of trying to figure out where these missing people are?"

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w

“The guy who wrote this book was a leader in the war. He kept talking about the importance of a blood line. His blood line to be precise.” He closes the very old book and hands it to me ‘The War.’ By Aldous Kitson.