10 years before the events of War Fever, North America was still functioning as normal as it could, given the war Canada and the US were facing against the first anthro military to arrive in North America through portals. A new anthro force unaffiliated with the first has arrived, leading to the protagonist, a highschooler on his summer break to use what little survival knowledge he's learned from his hunting family to avoid capture and survive in his new, war torn province.

A Grave/Digger Story about a Young boy turned into a monster.

I failed, I fall, I forsake. What difference does it make to the new Era? You tried, that is all that matters. What if I my 'try' isn't enough? At least you died knowing that you did. You don't have to be loud or flashy to push; success may seem distant, though it may seem impossible, it's the determination to push forward that counts. ... Notes: This is just some stupid story I conjured up in my mind. My first time writing on this platform too, expect minor errors and mistakes to be made.

[Notice: This story is still in its early stages of development, expect gradual chapter updates or changes until it is no longer designated as such.] [Fair Warning: Subject matter in this story may not be suitable for those who find graphic depictions of violence, mental stress, and gore disturbing. Turn this one down and don't say I didn't warn you if you can't handle it.] The start of a worldwide invasion of Earth has brought slaughter and destruction not seen in any event in world history until the faithful date of July 16 of 2009. Life will not be the same for anyone inhabiting the two worlds that have violently collided with each other, human or otherwise. The interplanetary assault spearheaded by the mysterious Felkan government of the other world has seemingly brought its entire military force and possibly some other things by accident in a violent planet hopping campaign for whatever reason they may have. Not much is known on why, but some is known on why...

the humanes got invading an their loosing teh war again st the furmen

I will be honest with you. If you're coming here expecting a novel completely about romance and harems and what have you, then turn around immediately. And also, if you're not okay with "furry" stuff, you may also want to turn around as theres a little of that in here. I'm not sure what drove me to write this, but I have spent years of my life creating this. Restart after restart, rewrite after rewrite, redo after redo. I believe I've finally captured what I've envisioned. I don't know if I'll write anything after this. After the personal hell I went with this, I think I'll be good.

Mud was caked into the soles of Kit's boots. Scars from barbed wire, bullets, every sort of thing imaginable covered his body. Sometimes it felt like a nightmare he'd soon wake up from, other times it felt all too real. Kit's status as a nobody in a sea of nobodies meant little, he was just another meat shield for the enemy to gun down. As the war goes on, one thing has become abundantly clear to Kit: His time was running out.

War... War never changes. Or does it?

It has been 27 years since the end of World War 4 between the Allied Human Forces and the Anthro Union, souls yonder while the living dreadfully cling on to the life they walk. The planet, almost scared beyond repair has entered a new era of sorrow and destruction. Peace, for now, has been forged, as the nations of Earth seek to end the madness that has been reeking for decades. The fragile ecosystem that has been created has proven fruitful,but one wrong move and the world could descend to war once more. These are the tales of the elite members of the Task Force Black Leopard and what molded them to become the stone cold killers they are. The many stealth operations, firefights, and the many times they were bathed in blood. [Prequal to War Of The Race's]