Rebelion mga kuwento

Im Palast flüstert man über sie. Draußen flüstert man von Veränderung. Als ein Soldat mit fremdem Wappen in Laspin auftaucht, beginnt Junas Welt zu wanken. Nicht nur wegen ihm - sondern wegen der Fragen, die er hinterlässt. Was, wenn Loyalität nicht bedeutet zu gehorchen? Was, wenn Liebe nicht auf der richtigen Seite steht? Und was, wenn das Königreich längst auf einen Sturm zusteuert? Man hat Juna nie ernst genommen. Vielleicht war das ihr größter Vorteil.

Life for victors is still hard. Nobody wins the game; there are only survivors. Johanna knows that well since her win in the 68th game and her family suffering the consequence of her not bending the knee to the Capitol. She grew cold, distant, and snappy more than before, an angry woman, sending off two tributes to die each year, having stopped caring about anything since there was no one left to hurt to get to her. That was until the 71st group of tributes showed up, a boy and a girl born into the wrong district, to the wrong fate. And finally, there was a chance for District 7 to gain another winner in its small ranks. Finally, there was a chance for Johanna to open up to the world of feelings again. Started: 15.03.2023 Main story end: 25.03.2023 (Written as completed as the main story is over, but some Epilogues are still being published. There is Blight erasure, lol, and Johanna won an earlier game no need to point it out) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Other Hunger Games books: Stone & Lumber (Johanna Mason X F.OC) - Completed Shake Plushy (Enobaria X F.OC) - Completed The Trackerjacker & The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC) - Completed Splinter (??? X F.OC) - Draft -------------------------------------- I HAVE NO MONEY!!! Stop offering me to draw me comics of my stories, I cannot pay you, you know who you are... If you do, I WILL block you.

In the war-torn land of Aryavarta, five powerful kingdoms fight endlessly for power while common people suffer under the rule of ruthless kings. Arin, a street orphan from the imperial capital, dreams of a world without tyranny. When a mysterious strategist named Acharya Varun notices the boy's courage and leadership, he begins training him for a destiny far greater than Arin ever imagined. But challenging kings is no simple task. Betrayal, war, and impossible choices lie ahead. To unite Aryavarta, Arin must transform from a reckless rebel into the leader a divided world desperately needs. Rise of Aryavarta is a historical-fantasy epic about war, strategy, and the rise of a ruler born from nothing.

Mr. Hyde returned with a sickening grin, and announced that I would be the next to go. I made my way to room nineteen as I had been told, but before the door opened, I heard it. The bloodcurdling scream from room sixteen. Who was in there, what was happening. I began taking a step towards it, but powerful shove, sent me falling to the ground of room nineteen with an ughf. I had to squint at first the light in the room were bright and hot. When my eyes came into focus it took me a moment to realize that not only had the guard followed me in here upon locking the door but he was wearing a surgical mask. I swallowed hard, before continuing to glance around the room around me. In the center was a bright blue dentist chair. Next to it was a tray covered in a white sheet. An observation window sat opposite from the door. The idea that these people might actually watch me being torch red sickened me, I was oblivious to what may happen to me in this room, but I was convinced it wouldn't give me the "warm fuzzy" feeling. I rose to open the door which I already knew was locked, but the guards hand gripped hold of me, and once again I was being lifted up and thrown down, only now onto the chair. I was still slightly in a daze but began to struggle against the guard, who began strapping me to the chair. His eyes held nothing but anger, and I could tell they also held no remorse. My breath quickened a sheer terror began infecting my body. I screamed

Maracaibo, 1866. El sol no tiene piedad en estas calles, pero nosotros tampoco la pedimos. Me llaman Lucero, la "Estrella de la Mañana". Para los señores de levita y las damas que nos desprecian desde sus balcones de hierro, soy un incendio que amenaza su paz. Pero para el pueblo que suda conmigo en la polvareda, soy el rayo que acompaña al trueno. Mi cuerpo no obedece a leyes, solo al ritmo que me dicta el cuero y a la cinta roja que vuela en mi cabello como una bandera de guerra. Dicen que el chimbángele es pecado, pero no saben que es nuestra única forma de ser libres. A mi lado, marcando el pulso de la tierra, está Aparicio. Él es el Recio Vasallo, un hombre de hombros de ébano y manos de gigante que hace hablar a la madera. Cuando él golpea su tambor, Maracaibo entera tiembla. No toca para el santo, toca para mí; cada redoble es un juramento de sangre que me dice que, mientras él respire, nadie podrá apagar mi luz. Pero el orden de los poderosos tiene bayonetas. Don Valeriano y la élite aristocrática han jurado silenciar los tambores y encadenar mi danza. No soportan que el amor de un vasallo y su mujer sea más fuerte que sus leyes de acero. Esta es nuestra historia. Una epopeya de sudor, música y rebelión bajo el sol de 1866. Porque en esta tierra, cuando el tambor suena y yo empiezo a girar, el mundo entero comprende una sola verdad: que yo soy, por encima de todo, la mujer del recio vasallo.

El Jardín del Fuego Eterno es una novela mitológica y emocionalmente cinemática sobre poder, memoria y transformación. A través de la travesía de Izel-una joven marcada por un fuego prohibido-la historia explora los ecos del sacrificio, la herencia de lo innegable y la valentía de construir sin molde. En un mundo donde los dones se silencian y los legados se controlan, Izel encarna una disrupción pura. Su viaje la conecta con rebeldes, sanadoras, arquitectas de historia, y con una verdad que arde pero no destruye. Cada capítulo revela más que eventos: revela gestos, fracturas, y reconciliaciones. Al final, no hay victoria ni caída. Solo una asamblea imposible, un retorno al origen, y una carta sin firma. Porque el fuego que transforma no pertenece a nadie, pero llama a todos. Una historia para quienes no buscan respuestas, sino resonancia.

Pequeñas historias cortas de un número de sucesos y diferentes puntos de vista y panoramas oscuros, caóticos, alegres, impertinentes que ansían su propio mundo.

Nunca me he puesto a pensar en como iba a ser mi primer amor o en como iba a ser mi vida amorosa....muy crepusculo?Esta bien vamos a decirlo a mi manera para que se entienda mejor. Yo jamas en mi "linda y bella vida" he creído en el amor,por que?pues eso a mi me parece una tonteria desde que me engañaron con ese sentimiento llamado "amor". Hasta que me llevaron a una carcel y ahi conoci a una chica, una chica como yo, con la misma o mucho peor historia que yo. Mi nombre es Zeus y esta es mi historia con mi primer y verdadero amor. ESTA PROHIBIDA LA COPIA DE ESTE LIBRO :)

For the young writers prize. please READ VOTE AND COMMENT! A story of a girl who has a problem with the headmaster, and her guardian who keeps waving at her from behind the french teachers' back, about the destination of next years city trip. What will happen? The answer lies between just and justice...

¿cuántas veces no hemos tenido problemas hemos querido olvidar todo?, ahogándonos en un vaso de agua el cual ni siquiera este medio lleno, algo es seguro, nada es lo que parece y todos mienten, adentrarte en la vida de nuestro protagonista el cual tiene una única misión, salvarse y salvar a la humanidad del problema mas evidente en su mundo, la tecnología.

In a world where swords clash with the roar of gunfire and monsters lurk in shadowed forests, the Marked bear extraordinary powers-but at a devastating cost. When a mark appears, its bearer is conscripted into the military, their lives no longer their own. In The Marked, destiny is forged in fire and blood, and the line between hero and monster blurs. For Lira, survival isn't enough-she must find a way to fight back, or risk losing not just her freedom but her humanity.

Warszawa, 1905 rok - rok rewolucji. Józek ma 13 lat i więcej złości niż włosów na głowie. Miasto cuchnie jak karcer w jego szkole, a dorośli? Karmią go bajkami o demokracji i Bogu, sami biorąc udział w szemranych interesach z alfonsami i duchownymi. Józek nie ufa nikomu. Ani nauczycielom, ani własnym rodzicom, ani tym bardziej - samemu sobie. Kiedy jego świat sypie się jak dach na Próżnej, Józek odkrywa, że prawdziwa „hucpa" to nie tylko słowo z ulicy Królewskiej. To sztuka przetrwania w mieście, gdzie wszystko jest grą, a najsłabsi kończą w rynsztoku. Brudna, prowokująca, okrutnie śmieszna powieść o mieście, które przypomina trochę Warszawę, trochę piekło, a trochę twoje własne podwórko.

A book about a group of sad teens trying to find themselves in this big world.

There isn't a day you don't hear a plane above your head in the new world. The sky went grey and the cities turned into mere shadows of the past glory. The world today is more disconnected than ever. Only groups of survivors remain, hiding in ruins and sewers and running. From what you ask? Some from the man in power, others from the ever-present fallout burning the earth alive. Only one shall dare to traverse the wasteland, not from, but straight towards the danger. With no way of going back. Come and follow an adventure-packed story of Aleksei and his group of survivors, as they travel through the ruins of a world torn by war, on a mission to escape the greatest threat roaming the planet Earth - humanity itself. ---------------------------------------------------------------- cover art by: maksym.harahulin (Instagram)

Where the kids have become the ruler of our world and have been hurting families and loved ones and everyone who don't listen to them will die. Until two kids relatives and children of superhero, who are different from rest of the children will then find out that they have super powers that grant them a chance to either save our world or cause it to go into total destruction

Es de noche, la música refinada se escucha a los alrededores del recinto y la burguesía baila despreocupada de sus nobles negocios. Bajo sus pies, la sangre derramada se lamenta en silencio y agonía. "El infierno es un lugar esplendido para basuras como ustedes"

Imagine this: a world with only one country, with many autonomous government which divides its citizens according to their kind, and separated them by high walls. Also, what I mean by "kind" are: humans, wizards, angels, vampires, werewolves, gods, and other. All residents are not allowed to leave their respective autonomous regions. Therefore, all citizens of different types also not allowed to get married or have children together. But, someone told me: "Rules are made to be broken", and sometimes we have to agree to that statement. And, without that rule, Athan's life would never be so interesting.

A place to store my weird thoughts... Putting this in humor cause I don't know where it belongs.

En un universo alterno la humanidad se ha desarrollado de una manera peculiar, muchos aspectos han perdurado, aun existen los grandes imperios, la carrera armamentística se ha estancado en el uso de armas de avancarga , cañones y cargas de caballería. La Tierra sigue luchando dentro de guerras interminables, en un planeta tan desolador en donde las naciones buscan prevalecer dentro de otras solo cabe ser el vencedor o ser el vencido. Nuestra historia se centra en el Real Imperio de Saletza uno de los imperios del nuevo mundo, un imperio con muchos recursos y basto territorio, pero que poco a poco su orden social empieza a decaer. Es aquí donde la historia comienza, un joven estudiante de ingeniería trata de hacer notar a la sociedad de la Real Universidad de Saletza lo malo que hay en el mundo y como eso debería de cambiar.

In a dystopian universe in a world similar to ours, the people of Saiga have ceased to be free, thanks to a socialist party that has risen to power by using minipulation, making Saiga a rather communist country. The citizens of Saiga have been treated unfairly for years. Basic health is a constant struggle, unless your dying. People daily are rushed to hospitals because the government refuses to provide health items to it's citizens. It needs to stop. All of it. Thankfully, there is a rather large, but incognito, army of rebels ready to take down the Socialists. One man in particular, Jakova , will bring a new dawn to Saiga. Hopefully. Follow Jakova on an epic quest to restore order and bring back freedom to the people of Saiga and power through obsticals like supernatural beings, death, the Devil, and even... Love ((Contains Anthropomorphic characters))