Internalwar Stories

Sometimes all we need is love to save us from falling apart.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Read at your own discretion. This book contains: -Bullying -🏳️‍🌈LGBTQ+🏳️‍🌈 Romance -Music -Old refrances (examples are Supernatural) -Abuse -Trauma -Loneliness -Obnoxious older than me refrances -Music older than your Grandma Enjoy the book if you choose to read. Updates will be a little slow. Between a job and getting sleep I have little time to write Sorry in advance.

There are two sides to every problem. What happens when those two sides contradict? In a propaganda fueled war, no one knows who to believe. Out of the turmoil and confusion, someone is recruited by this shadow to take a look at the evidence and decide for themselves. Secrets come to light that would have better been stayed. Choose wisely, once you commit to the Creator's game. You can't escape. National and cultural loyalty are put to the test while also forcing the all important question. When in war can you abandon morals?

⸻ Power is never taken all at once. It is earned in silence, blood, and obedience. Two years after the academy forged him into a weapon, Alexi Arkson is no longer just a rising officer-he is a man standing at the edge of something far greater, and far more dangerous. The war has not ended. It has only changed shape. Within the ranks, old commanders cling to fading authority while Arkson builds something new beneath their feet-quietly, methodically, without asking permission. Orders begin to bend around him. Loyalty shifts. Fear listens. And deep beneath a forgotten government site, an abandoned facility hums back to life, becoming the birthplace of an idea that will one day reshape the world. The Dark Army begins here. As Arkson tightens his grip on a base that becomes his first true domain, opposition rises from within. Former mentors, officers, even friends stand in his way-forcing him to make a choice that will stain his hands forever. Control is no longer theoretical. It is enforced. Publicly. Brutally. At home, his wife Selene carries a child he barely has time to see. His son Ryder, still young, watches a father who grows colder by the day. Arkson believes he is building a future strong enough to protect them. He does not yet know what it will cost. In the shadows of steel corridors and secret chambers, EDEN begins to speak-not as a map, not as a weapon, but as something far more unsettling: a voice. Incomplete. Evolving. Watching. By the time Arkson dons his legendary black uniform, the line between general and tyrant has already blurred. Because the greatest secret is not the army he is building- but the man he is becoming. And once the air leaves a man's lungs, there is no taking it back.