Ww2 Novels & Stories

He was outside an incredible holy place and his cock was rock hard. "You know the acidic and rusting taste of blood in your mouth. Especially when you bite to the bone and get that gristle. That sickening crack just is music to my ears," his Alpha began to speak, as War glared at him wondering why he was talking of such things." Or when you rip the stomach open. All the guts and intestine look like those long-ass Italian sausage. " War killed. A lot. One thing he hated thought was talking about killing. It made him queasy. "And that's how you tame that monster dick of yours. I need a standing ovation."

His own face watched him watch it. He turned the key fully. The car eased into the street and slipped into the long river of people who thought this day would be like the one before it. Jack knew better. He was going back to war. ASIO HEADQUARTERS – CANBERRA – 7:45 A.M.

In the year 1948, at the height of tensions after the end of World War 2, there was a decree drafted to put peace as first and foremost responsibility. The events of Nazi Germany only solidified the fact that no world was isolated from each other. The supernatural can't go on living as they had without concerns for their human brethren. Despite the factors that led to war being entirely homosapien, creatures had to live with the consequences too. They supplied armaments, regimented their soldiers and lost a lot of their population to casualties.

Only two years after World War 2, the human race couldn’t help but enter another World War. This time the results were fatal and destroyed 90 percent of the human population. The human race is not the “dominate” species on the planet anymore. So the creatures that stayed hidden decided it was time for them to come out of the shadows.

As they enjoyed their food, they discussed the upcoming war. The second werewolves war, between the packs of the north and the south. Eve murmured while Sophie sipped her tea. "When the first treaty reached its end in the Cold War, the pack of the south was perceived to have attacked one of the pack members of the north, such an act breaking the treaty," Eve said with a spoon in her hands oozing with delicious-looking sauce Raymond was stewing in the kitchen.

With so little strength of numbers and power to protect November had to make herself stronger to protect the pups left in her care. They could stand any form of battle but they’re always outnumbered by other packs. The territorial wars between wolf packs had intensified throughout the years since World War II had ended in 1945. World War II where full humans had taken the wolf shifters for slaves and killer machines against the enemy countries and when the war ended a new world have been born, a new generation had started.

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

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.

Today, Angeline had sports class, and as usual, Axel would stay there and skip his history lesson. Well, history lessons weren't that important to him. Axel wasn't born to change something that had already happened in the past. The Great War happened even though Axel had memorized every name of the people involved. World War Two would have happened even if Axel knew how the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

It’s almost like she just copied the book. About an hour into it, Ben found the notes telling which war happened where. I had Ben read out to me while I wrote down W1, W2, etc. next to each ‘X’. That’s when I saw it. War 1 was located in what is now known as Russia. War 2 was located in now known as Canada. War 3 was located in now known Mexico. War 4 was located in now known Mid-West USA. “Hey look at this.” I called out to Ben who was sitting on the other side of the table from me.