World War One Novel Novels & Stories

“I feel like I’m living in a novel.” That’s actually a good way to think of it. “You are, Mara. This is a game. We are going to tell the people a story. One so heartbreaking and gut-wrenching that they will want to fight for us. “And then. Then we will make them fear their own kind. Their own leaders. I will turn them on each other.” “That is- iit's brutal, Johnathan. It’s dirty and wrong.” “Brutal and dirty, yes, I agree… but I don’t think it’s wrong. This is a war unlike anything the world has ever seen, my love. And there are no morals in war. It is the only way.”

No one had foreseen what would happen and no one could have prepared anyone for what happened. The wave of changes came and everyone was awakened in shock. It was exactly ninety-eight years since the great war exploded and the new human, made a stand in the world, making their voice heard for the first time. The war run for years, no one wanted to accept defeat. Rivers were tainted red as lives were taken without mercy. It was a world of chaos where survival is only for the strongest.

“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

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.

Dawn would bring another white flag strategy. Another negotiation, another game, another test to determine whether we might traverse complexity without losing ourselves in the process. I looked at Lucien beside me, at Morwyn divining probabilities with ancient wisdom, at my blood-kin watching with hope and fear. We are in a fiction novel sort of war. Just that all of these is our lives.

The snowstorm came in the dead of the night—howling through the trees, and smothering the land beneath a sheet of white fury. By morning, drifts piled high against windows, and the world beyond was a blur of white and wind. I sat near the hearth in Darrell's office, cloaked in a shawl and half–listening as the steward explained the rations, the headmaid explained the servants rotations, and the butler solemnly updates on the damaged Eastern roof.

The missing piece of history. “You do not understand what this book contains.” Elara stepped closer. “Then explain it.” The Keeper looked toward the attacking soldiers. “They do not fear this journal because it reveals a mistake.” His voice lowered. “They fear it because it reveals who made that mistake.” The room seemed to grow colder. Riven looked at him. “You know who started the First War.” The Keeper closed his eyes. “I know who lit the first flame.” A pause. “But I also know who spent centuries trying to put out the fire they created.”

For three heartbeats absolutely nothing changed. The half eaten pie sat on the table between us. A single crumb rolled on the linen tablecloth. The rain tapped the window. The clock ticked once. And then the whole world tilted. You can feel it when a war starts. Not the loud movie kind. The quiet kind. The split second before the first bullet lands, when you know down in your bones that nothing will ever be easy again.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.