World War One Novel Novels & Stories

He reads his book daily and tries to follow everything that is written in it order to become invincible to any kind that existed at that particular time. As Geri was in his cave spending his own time alone and doing all kinds of his weird things, he hears a loud bang far away from his cave and stands up quickly to go and check, as he approaches he starts seeing some huge smoke and hears some groaning, he creeps slowly and he comes to see something he had never seen before, a war plane had just crashed in the middle of the forest and this were the weird times where the entire world was in a very great war, he approaches the plane and finds a man who was in uniforms bleeding. He looks at him a

He drew his broken claymore, the rune-etched steel catching the first light of the morning sun. "And the rest of the world?" he asked. "The rest of the world can wait," I said. "We have a family to protect. And a son who needs to learn that in this world, you are either the Architect or the scrap." I walked back into the Kremlin, the heavy doors hissing shut behind me. The silence returned, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a kingdom being born from the ash. The war with the stars was a prologue. The real story was just beginning. And with 112 chapters ahead of us, the world was going to learn that the Architect didn't just build grids.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

He didn’t speak until we ducked into a narrow alley behind a row of shuttered shops. There, he turned to me, finally letting the pretense of perfect calm slip for just a second. “Are you okay?” he asked. It was the first time he’d ever asked. I wanted to say yes. Or no. Or scream, or cry, or maybe just laugh at the absurdity of standing in a garbage-strewn alley, with the city’s most dangerous man and a gun in my hand. Instead, I said the one thing I really needed to know. “Whose war is this?”

As they vanish leaving the grass they were standing on to wither and die. . . . Aimee's POV What in the world is going on?! My hands are trembling from this screaming that continues to reverberate inside the school, not only that but some explosions can be heard as well. "It's okay Aimee... we are here with you. We won't let anything happen to you," I flinch in surprise the second Ariel touches my hand.

The world was falling apart at the seams and the saviors of humanity are already tired of the mental and physical trauma. Ivan, a boy scared of his own shadow, Russian with a heavy accent. The war inclined countries were already at war in the most brutal forms last I heard. A lot of places remain untainted, but it was just a matter of time before this evil spread throughout the world. Noah was a young boy of ten, with a smile that could light up the universe itself. His family burned in the fire that his nanny created. She was possessed last I heard. But he survived, and the family of Eden grew.

“Ok, enough with that. All this secrecy isn’t leading anywhere, you either tell us what the hell is going on or we are leaving” “You are indeed a protector. Fine, I’ll tell you. Sit down and take your tea. We’ll be here for a while” It was the year after the Great War. The land was drowned in chaos, conflict ruled every decision. Many old generals were left without an army, and soldiers went back to homes that no longer existed.

I don’t plan on letting anyone in on my ‘secret’ and after what Prince Dante had said, something told me that I had to start walking on eggshells. “A war is coming soon,” he said after a beat. “Although I am doing my best to prevent it, we need to be prepared.” We? I had heard of this supposed war countless of times and yes Dahlia said I’m the key to stopping it but how? “The war has been causing you great stress, Master?” I’m no empath, but I could see it in his eyes that he was greatly disturbed and his silence told me all that I needed to know. In a way, I pitied him. Before the takeover, I had learned in school about wars like World War I and the Great War, and I knew that it had disast

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

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.