World War One Fiction Books Novels & Stories

There were ladders, too, nestled against the shelves—long wooden ones that reached for the heavens. They seemed to beckon me, whispering promises of untold stories, hidden just out of reach. But the real magic was in the rows of fiction books, the ones I knew best. The ones that offered escape, that invited me into lives and realms I could never touch in the real world.

Will they understand each other, or will they kill each other before they fall? Find out as we journey through in His Own Undoing- His Nightmare. There is war, hate, joy, tears, laughter, but most of all true love. Please read first*** This book is fiction, some of the location, and incidents are a product of my imagination as a writer although some most names are of real people.

She's taking lessons from her mother. "Mengele" How the fuck do you tell your kid you're not reading her a bedtime story? "What do you want me to read?" Swear to fuck I'm gonna find my balls come tomorrow. That smile grew wider and she hopped down to go to her wall of books. She came back with a fucking tome. I looked at the cover and it did not look like light reading. "The fuwhat is this Gravity's Rainbow?" I read the back cover and got it. World War two Germany. "Catalina go grab a book." Just looking at the first paragraph was enough to make my eyes bleed.

It is right that I should recall to your minds the consistent and at times successful efforts of your Government in these crises to throw the full weight of the United States into the cause of peace…’ In this moment, Evelyn wondered how the man could presume a policy of anything besides peace. Over three-hundred thousand US soldiers had died during the year of combat in the Great War, and another nearly seven-hundred thousand, including her own parents, perished in the flu epidemic that was part of the aftermath.

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.

Minos:My Lord,our scanners just picked up a fleet of thousands spaceships heading for our planet. Ziphar:Did they state their mission here? Minos:yes my Lord,war,war is what they said. Ziphar:oh my,prepare our soldiers for war Minos:yes my lord(as he leaves) Ziphar:(turns back to Elvina) Elvina,my queen you and my son at once for earth and stay there Elvina:why,my lord,why must we leave Ziphar:just do as I say (as he leaves to rally his soldiers)

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

Away from the hacking oldster near the exit blowing the snot out his nose while rain pelted the sidewalk outside. Wondered if maybe somewhere around some long-forgotten corner there was a war-time love story to be found. A tale about some dazzling soldier marching into the life of an ordinary Plain Jane to be her destined One and Only before bravely heading into battle. A moment later, with a final sniff from the decrepit cashier guarding the door, the quiet returned. She stopped. Looked at the shelves. Saw more BIOGRAPHY. Squatting, heel to backside, she wiggled a small volume free from its neighbors. German title. German text. Simple drawings with German captions.

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.

This man, who had accompanied the mayor to meetings and councils, was in his grand mansion doing something that required great concentration. But it was because things were happening in the town that he didn't like. So, before everything went out of his plans, he started reading from some books. He was in the library and closed his eyes after reading a few paragraphs. A kind of tingling air began to emanate from his hands, gradually filling the room, and then escaping through the window. After expelling that air from his hands, Lucian fell to the ground from exhaustion. But he knew that now he had nothing to fear, at least for now.