Warandpeace Stories

This fanfic happens immediately after the garden scene in Blood of Zeus's episode, "Winter is Born." Season 2, Episode 3. After a humiliating defeat at the hands of Persephone and Hades. Ares returns to Olympus in a rage, but as war rages it is the hands of peace that calm him down. The only problem is now, he cannot seem to shake away the feeling of those eyes. Those clouded eyes that brought him a welcoming peace. A story in which war chases after peace. A/N: I do not own Blood of Zeus, that is owned by Netflix. I just own the plot and my original character(s). This story is also on Ao3.

Two Truths, the third installment of the Mirrors of Wei Lin cycle, is a visceral exploration of a protagonist caught between two worlds, a man who feels like a ghost in conflicts that aren't his own. Through his clash with Max-whose raw passion and recklessness serve as a direct assault on John's own restraint-John's vulnerability is laid bare. He isn't just resisting; he is rejecting the pre-packaged destinies and manipulations shoved down his throat. He refuses to buckle under the weight of external pressure, proving that his truth isn't found in passivity, but in the brutal, lonely freedom of choice. At its core, this is a story about the isolation that comes with a sharp mind-the heavy toll of intelligence. It's about the grinding difficulty of remaining "just a man" when a relentless world demands you become a "function" or a "soldier."

Long ago, the great mother Eywa kept the balance of Pandora through four great peoples-the Talim Clan, the Reef Clans, the Forest Clans, and the Ash People. Each lived in harmony with their domain, guided by the sacred bond of manipulating different elements. But balance does not last forever. Driven by hunger for power and control over Eywa herself, the Ash People-the feared Mangkwan Clan-rose from the volcanic wastes and waged war across Pandora. One by one, the clans fell. The Talim Clan were nearly wiped out, their songs silenced among the floating mountains. Now, only one remains. Aang te Talim Gyatso'itan is the last child of the Talim Clan-the only Na'vi born with a rare and mysterious connection to all life on Pandora. Hunted by the exiled Mangkwan prince Zuko te Mangkwan Ursa'itan and the relentless forces of the Ash People, Aang must learn to master his bond with the world around him before it's too late. Alongside a kind Metkayina healer, Katara te Metkayina Kya'ite, her clever warrior brother Sokka te Metkayina Hakoda'itan, and a stubborn, gifted outcast of the forest, Toph te Beifong Lao'ite, Aang journeys across Pandora's bioluminescent jungles, endless oceans, and burning ashlands to restore what was lost. But as war spreads and alliances fracture, Aang will face a truth more dangerous than any enemy: Balance is not given. It is chosen. And some bonds... may demand everything.

Long ago, before the Dragon Empire rose to power, the world was guided by the Azena - a lineage of guardians born with the ability to breathe the elements, read the stars, and restore balance to all things. But the Empire feared that power. They hunted the Azena for generations, wiping out their temples, their knowledge... and their people. The last known Azena - a boy - was said to have been killed years ago. Or so they believed. Until Kanna, a young girl, discovered him: Delaaran - the lost son of the Azena. Hidden, forgotten... but still alive. With the help of her brother Rylo and her friend Yuki, Kanna defied the Empire and helped Delaaran escape. Now, the three must journey across the fractured world, searching for allies, unlocking Delaaran's memories, and preparing him for the battle to come. Because the Dragon Empire has plunged the world into an endless war... and Delaaran may be the only one who can end it. But the question remains... Can he save everyone?

When peace comes and the questions that war silenced finally find a voice, what do they say?

"fedya, i-i'm dying, aren't i?" anatole licks his lips. they're so dry, and cracked, and so, so pale. dolokhov tenses up.

Dolokhov realizes that Anatole is like the sun. Bright, warm; but the sun can burn.

In the heart of a war-torn Middle Eastern village, amidst the chaos and destruction, a newborn girl lay swaddled in makeshift blankets. Her cries mingled with the distant echoes of conflict, yet she survived against all odds. This was the beginning of Victoria's story-a tale of resilience and transformation.

What do you call a saint without a name? The Unnamed Martyr. Born and abandoned by a homeless, dejected teenage girl on the streets of Manhattan, he had no knowledge of his family of where he came from. Years later, a seemingly unimportant encounter with a man on the same journey changes both of their lives forever... but for better or for worse, who knows? *** This is a (very) short version of a novel that I am writing, inspired by Les Miserables, A Tale of Two Cities, the Hamilton soundtrack, and several other books, movies, and soundtracks. Enjoy!

In a world that has died and been reborn seven times, the threads of fate begin to fray once more. Arthaim stands on the edge of its seventh cycle - a fragile era of peace trembling beneath the shadow of ancient war. Higher beings once shaped its destiny, but their silence has left mortals to bear the echoes of forgotten sins. In the small town of Eloria, a strange girl named Lyra Blume bleeds not red, but shimmering white - a living anomaly whose existence defies the order of the world itself. Far beyond her quiet life, the timeless wanderer Chronos descends from a past cycle that should no longer exist, drawn by a fate even he cannot comprehend. Meanwhile, kingdoms prepare for battle, demons rise from the ashes of the void, and heroes - both mortal and divine - awaken to the truth that their lives are bound to the endless rhythm of creation and destruction. But this time... something is different. The cycle is breaking. And when dawn comes again, the world of Arthaim will never be the same.

"then why do you say you love me?" it only registers to dolokhov that he was the one who had said it when it's hanging in the air already, surrounded by silence. asking a question that he knows anatole doesn't have the answer to.

This is a story based on the atomic bombings in Hiroshima and Nagasaki which shows the Japanese promoting peace in the world

Ethereal - Forever Bound To One Another A bond that transcends time... Feel the light of peace within your heart- and become the eternity that lives on. "We had no time to say goodbye... so let's not call it that." "One day..." "We will meet again." "I believe we will." "Just not now..." "In another time..." "This journey will end..." "And we will reunite..." "Brother..." "Sister..." ✯✧★ｏ☆♡☆ｏ★✧✯♡✯✧★ｏ☆✯✧★ｏ☆♡☆ｏ★ A bond between siblings can be stronger than anything in this world. Bound by blood, tied by love- they stand for each other, no matter the cost. Because they are... Forever Bound To One Another. Eric Adams and Rose Adams lived a simple, happy life- chasing dreams, sharing laughter, and finding comfort in each other's presence. But everything changed the day Rose discovered a mysterious book. Strange things began to happen. One night, Eric awoke from a terrifying nightmare... only to realize Rose was gone. Vanished without a trace. Before he could understand anything, he too was pulled into a mysterious void-into a world that should not exist. In this Other World, they uncover a truth far beyond imagination- their existence is connected to something ancient... something forgotten. The people of that world believe Eric and Rose are the key to their salvation. That only by reuniting their powers can everything be saved. But... what if they're wrong? Torn apart by fate, the siblings are cast into different corners of this unknown world. Alone. Tested. Changed. Will they find each other again? Through trials, dangers, and unbearable distance- their bond will be pushed to its limits. And when the time comes... Will they still stand together? Or will fate rewrite their ending? The nations will fall. The angels will weep. Demons will laugh. Souls will cry out. And even if they win... Was this truly what they were fighting for? Will their souls collide once more? #FindMe

REVOLUTIONARY is a work-in-progress novel about the Romanian Revolution, seen from the height of a 6-7-year-old child - the one place where truth shouldn't be complicated, yet life makes it so anyway. Through his eyes, the "adult world" begins to speak in whispers, doors close more often than usual, grown-ups change their faces from one hour to the next, and words like freedom, fear, and gun suddenly enter a universe that only yesterday was about sweet bread, chewing gum, and a Pioneer scarf. The story doesn't unfold in a straight line. It shifts - sometimes almost chaotically - between moments from Before the Revolution (B.R.), with its communist routine and quiet absurdity, and scenes from After the Revolution (A.R.), in a still-young democracy learning how to walk... sometimes in the dark, sometimes at a run. This isn't a history lesson. It's a childhood caught between rumors, sirens, silences, and the kind of courage you don't know you have until you're asked for it. A novel about what a Revolution looks like when you don't fully understand it - but you feel absolutely everything.

In any country, when one is drafted, it's up to the government to place them in roles, but this is not condusive to the nature of peaceful kids, and it takes away healing from the military. If a country mandates a draft, then we should mandate that peace-loving kids' nature is taken into account, creating a new path in the military, allowing for kids to choose to become healers within war. While the government has always mandated a draft we, as a free country, have the right to determine what is best for our children while still supporting the government. I propose a new section of the military, which utilizes AI, VR, and healing as an option should one be drafted. This short writing explains a little bit about the US' history on the draft, and suggests a new path created for empathetic kids whose conscious minds inherently abhor violence. Mark Picasso, MPA 4/20/2026 Mark Picasso, MPA 4/20/2026

"i'm not freaking out, i'm really okay. i'm totally chill or i will be someday."

pierre and andrei long for the same thing.

There's never war fought between two countries, but always between who controls them. Soldiers are just bait to complete the selfishness of someone who is powerful and controls the system. As they say, we taught them so hard for this that there feelings doesn't comes between the work. No hard feelings in them, well this is not the truth. They have feelings, they have people, they have the love of their ones or perhaps whole country. But most important is that they have also a life! A lot more bravery and courage, along beautiful and dreadful stories to share! As I am sharing this one with you, you can show it to the whole world.

Ember and Theo were driven apart as each of them searched for the answers they so desperately needed to find...will fate pull them back together? ***** Ember left for Svalbard to try and gain control over the fire that reigns within her... Theo left for America, in a desperate attempt to find his pack - the pack everybody assumed to be dead... Yet, despite being forced apart, Ember and Theo still manage to find their way back to one another. But after everything each of them have been through, can they ever go back to how things between them used to be? Their troubles are no way near gone, and it seems like their fears are becoming more rational day by day, threatening them once again. The lies and secrets are far from over... 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎: This story contains some mature content, including sexual content, violence and explicit language. Warnings will be posted at the start of each chapter that have sexual scenes in. Status: [[Complete -- Edited]] Word count: [[130,000 - 140,000]]

They promised discipline. They delivered silence. They promised purpose. They delivered pain. They promised honor. They delivered secrets. When Maro signs up for what he thinks is a national training program, he has no idea what awaits inside the gates of Kambi ya Jeshi la Uongo - a camp built to erase who you were and forge what they need you to become. Stripped of his name, comfort, and freedom, Maro is pushed beyond fear, through war, into shadows, and finally... into silence. But beyond the drills, punishments, and mystery, lies a bigger story: Of unspoken wars, secret missions, brotherhood, loss, survival, and the haunting price of service. This is not just a soldier's story. It's a story of becoming no one... and somehow, becoming everything.