(18+ mature content) Your grandfather was an archeologist before passing away, But with a final gift your life and afterlife will be changed for all of eternity.

Humans and Anthros lived in peace and harmony on the earth for hundreds of years. The United Anthro Nations (UAN) sought to unite all races of anthros and build a stronger relationship with humans. An era of peace and prosperity came over the earth. That is until the year 2037 when a terrorist group called the Fangs attacked the UAN and started a worldwide war. The UAN instantly declared war on the Fangs and fought furiously to destroy them. The Humans on the other hand said they wanted to remain neutral and not take any side. The UAN respected this and even tried to safeguard and protect the humans by place ing any and all humans they found in safe camps. The Fangs didn't care for humanity and would kill any human they came across and, in some cases capture and experiment on them. After the Fangs attacked and destroyed all the western hemisphere camps. Along with all the camps in South America Humanity claimed that the UAN couldn't protect them and cut off all ties with them. Now Humanity is in hiding and even is starting to attack both UAN and Fang forces that get too close. Now the year is 2057 and, the Human race has all but vanished while the fangs now control most of Europe and are slowly winning the fight in America. The UAN leadership ordered that any humans found were to be taken to a military base for care and protection. And they only hoped they could rebuild what they once had before the war. (P.S. The art is not mine all rights go to their respectful arts)

This will be a collection of short stories I can't make into larger book. It will have a pretty good range of different types of stories. However if yall think I should try and make the stories into full books then please let me know in the comments and, of course if you have suggestions for stories please message then to me. (P.S. All art doesn't belong to me all art goes to their rightful owners.

War was raging all across the land. The Alliance tried desperately to fight off the armies of the Horde but, were struggling to hold them at bay. A Paladin named Sir Jacob leads his forces against the Horde in a desperate attempt to save all those he cares about and holds dear. However, Little does the Paladin knows that in the upcoming fight ahead his life is going to change forever. But will this new turn of events mean the end of the Horde and peace restored? or death and destruction for yall he holds dear. (P.s. No art belongs to me all credit goes to their rightful owners.)

Gregory's encounter with a teenage thug gets him in a whole heap of trouble, he seeks refuge inside the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, a facility ounce owned by his mother. Now, is under the care of someone else who has done a fine job taking care of the building. However, things go wrong when he ends up getting trapped in the facility by security lockdown after 12am. Gregory must find a way to survive throughout the night, but he gets the help from an animatronic who was special to him. Said animatronic is Roxanne wolf, who grows a strange affection twords him... almost like she knows him but can't quite make it out. She soon becomes Gregory's guardian angel as the whole Pizzaplex goes to shit. (Hello, yes, I have left the world of Kaiju and am now working on FNAF stories now. For this Fanfic, I have changed up Gregory a bit, his backstory, his family, and his life outside the pizzaplex. Also, this is a fanfic where Roxanne is Greg's protector, a concept alot of people seem to have wanted and I havent seen much of that on wattpad so... here I am!)

your name is John, you are an excellent surgeon who decided that one day he and his friends from work will go on a sightseeing flight by plane, unfortunately your journey leads through a dangerous storm due to which you lost contact with the airport this is my official first story Yander, this story was created by asking @ carlos4k5, I hope you like the story all the arts in this story belong to their original owners and their creators