World War One Novel Novels & Stories

One step, one decision, could end her, or finally bring her to the ground, broken, exposed, powerless. Evelyn’s eyes widened, calculating her next move, but then, the first sharp echo of a gunshot rang down the corridor. The world seemed to pause. The war, personal, bloody, merciless, had just begun.

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

The more I look through the book the more confused I become by the first few pages. The sharp contrast between the image of impending danger for the child to the full out war are like two sides of a coin. As I look over the images of the war I find myself going back and forth through the pages trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What was the cause? Why did this war break out? I couldn’t help but find myself transfixed on the images of each page. The image while gruesome, we also hauntingly gorgeous and well done. But they needed some of the text to help answer some of my questions.

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as the words rang in my ears. I stared at it, reading it over. And over. And over again. Something heavy started in my chest, spreading through my entire body with a speed that made my breathing catch. My grip on the book tightened. "It had not always been like this," I whispered, my voice unrecognizable even to my own ears. My eyes found the pages again, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the words that changed everything. 'The decade-long conflict that constitutes the Great War resulted in catastrophic losses on both sides. The wolf population, while militarily superior in individual capability, suffered an unexpected disadvantage in the

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

Cordia unfolded Will’s first letter and began to read by the dim lantern light. July 6, 1861, Dearest Cordia, Please forgive me for not writing to you sooner. I am not so good with words, and your skill has intimidated me some, I am afraid. I have taken much solace in your letters. Your words have captured the feelings within my heart, and it brings me peace, even now as I have just come from an awful battle, to know that you are out there waiting for me. I was at first concerned about your relationship with Jaris. I wish that I could advise you on what you should do so as not to hurt him, but I do not rightly know the best thing to do either. I do know that war seems to change people. Perha

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

I screamed. The entire room was a mess. My clothes were torn and littered all over the floor if claws had been used to rip them apart. The books Emily had gifted me to kill time were burned, and their ashes were everywhere. The curtains, flower vases and other items were either smashed into bits or broken. But the worst part was the wall. The wall was covered in blood. Blood that spelt out one word. Traitor.

There were no scouts slipping through the fog, no hidden tripwires, and no whispered warnings from Marcus. Yet, standing at the precipice of this hard-won peace, Nora felt a strange, quiet shift in the air. It wasn't anxiety, and it wasn't fear. It was the realization that when you survive a war—whether fought with steel or with ledgers—you don't just go back to who you were before. You become someone entirely new, shaped by the fire of what you endured.

“Hold on. Don’t make a move until I tell you. Whatever happens, stay with me.” The first shot rang out. Isabella ducked instinctively, heart hammering. The device in her hand felt heavier than ever, the weight of responsibility crushing her. Then the lights went out completely. Only darkness surrounded them. Only the sound of her racing heart and Alexander’s calm, steady breaths. And somewhere in that darkness, Isabella understood with chilling clarity: the war was far from over, and nothing would ever be the same again. Somewhere above, a shadow waited. And the countdown had already begun