Hoffen (German translation for Hope) The Panzerhund was one of Deathshead's greatest robotic creations. They tore through the Eastern theatre creating absolute chaos amongst the Russian Ranks and installed fear into millions. But what if there was one particular model that was slightly different from the others? What if it had its own freedom of thought? What if it broke free of the Central control system? What if it ran into some very well known (Terrorists?) This has nothing to do with Romance/Pairing just a lone Panzerhund trying to find his way in life. Also credit go's to (mask1985) for the awesome picture. Note this is a Wolfenstein the new order fanfic.

Wandering the post World War III world, an M1 Abrams crew stops in a peaceful farming village long enough to help the locals fight off a vicious criminal gang.

June 1, 20XX - National Holiday - Somewhere in Europe - The final preparations for the country's 700 year's Anniversary are all set. The skies are clear, ports riddled with ships and roads packed by a million people. The day of celebrations are on it's eve, but then a white flash blanketed the whole country, the single moment that will change everyone's lives and view on what is really real. Some illustrations are provided by @Captain_Sander and @Blade_Viridian

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

Jerome is at the height of his career as a United Nations Operative, his noble job has his skills placed on the line in low profile deployments all across the highly destabilized regions of the African Continent. Regardless of whether the public is aware of his actions, it is safe to say his dedication continues to ensure the stability of civilized society, even as the ongoing threat of a resource depleted Earth and Global Warming threatens to undermine all efforts. As an Operative, he is content with his place as a productive member of the special forces community in a world heading into an uncertain future. Until a mysterious rift appears in the icy wastelands of Antarctica, connecting our world to another beyond it, adding another variable, and perhaps perspective to his carefully crafted way of life.

The humans of Pyrrhia have been barely hanging on in their fight for survival for millennia. They have lived for generations under the talons of dragons, and are none too happy about it. A transatlantic supply convoy from late 1942 has found itself no longer in the grim waters of the North Atlantic, but in a strange new world entirely. The Allies will have to learn to navigate this strange new world. They must learn the strange ways of a strange people. As well as about a completely new- and uncanny- race of beings. The humans will have to learn the ways of an alien industry, technology, and way-of-life. The SeaWings are losing in the War of SandWing Succession. They're backed into a corner, and are potentially open to options normally considered unthinkable...