World War Three Novels Novels & Stories

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

"In a few coming months to a year, the human world will be in a very great turmoil, ordinary humans won't be able to survive because strong races at their highest tier will invade the human world and take over the earth. But because of the close tie between we sea folks and humans, we will be helping human help out in this war. And you will be the one to convince your fellow humans when the time comes, but now, you need to unlock your inner powers. Joseph look at himself and the sea Goddess gulped. "Are you kidding me? you want to have your friend who is an Human to be a merman just like you." she exclaimed. "I know you could do that. If I'm really needed to stop this upcoming war, then I wo

“Are you the only one? And why are you here? To take over our world or something?” “I have four brothers that are here living a normal life on this planet, just like I am. My brothers and I are here due to a war that has nearly wiped out all my species in my world. We came here to survive and begin a new life. And to save our kind. Our planet is no longer habitable. As for taking over your world?” He scoffed at that, “No. no way. We have much respect for your planet.” “So, is this bonding and mating thing normal in your world?”

That’s why I never had the chance to witness Madarashi’s full might. We trained there for 2 and half a year and after that a war broke out world wide. It was the World War III. The war only lasted for six months but destruction it caused was immeasurable. Destruction and casualties of the world war I and II wasn’t half as deadly as this one. But the shocking thing was, among the casualties 98% was innocent people and the countries that even didn’t have an active a role in the war. But the one who forged the war were practically unharmed. And as expected these news pissed Madrashi off. He was more pissed off with the higher ups and leaders who actually forged the war. But the good thing was o

Reaction? I don’t want to know how it works. I am so drained and so mentally messed up that I just want to sit here and stare into space. They dared to come into his house and start a war. Alexi won’t leave that alone, it’s not in him to not bite back. If Santagato is at the root then this is the start of a whole bigger thing.

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

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.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

The Jackals held their breath. ​The warehouse, the city, and the empire were all balanced on the edge of a single heartbeat. The "Proposal" was forgotten on the table. The "Vatican White" was a ghost. There was only the father, the lover, and the girl caught in the crossfire of a war that had no winners. ​"Goodbye, Roman," Arthur said, his voice cold and final. ​"Not today, Vulture," Roman replied.

After my mother heard the nurse's words, I watched as she was bewildered for a moment. Then, she frowned and thought for a second before saying coldly, "That's impossible. Alice was in the same car with her, and she was still the driver. Alice's already been discharged, so how could she be dead? This must be her newest scheme. "She's grown more vicious over the years, even being able to curse her own children. This is just unbelievable." She unconsciously kicked a piece of broken glass on the floor. "All she knows is to fight for attention. Now, even you guys are in this too."