Warera Stories

Amidst a brutal war, Violet is used as an inhuman weapon. A perfect tool of destruction praised only when her hands are stained with victory. Her superiors cheer her successes, while her enemies recoil at the cold inhumanity in her actions. Her major, Gilbert Bougainvilla watches, knowing how wrong it all is, but he can't stop it anymore. Violet was an efficient weapon, too vital to the war effort, her role too crucial to discard. Those in commands knew it, and they couldn't let go of such an advantage. However, everything changes when Gilbert's unit cross path with a particular enemy battalion. The discovery he makes there shatters the balance of the conflict. What happens when two instruments of war are suddenly stripped of their battlefield? When left with nothing but their own humanity, no longer tools... what remains? Disclaimer : I do not own Violet Evergarden and its characters, this is a fanfiction. Only the OCs are mine.

AFTER GOING UNDER FOR THREE HUNDRED YEARS, AN ALPHA RETURNS IN SEARCH OF AN ARTIFACT. THINGS GET DICEY WHEN AN AGENT CATCHES UP WTH HIS ACTIVITIES IN THE CITY. WHEN THE AGENTS DISCOVER HE DOES NOT EXIST. THEY ARE LEFT QUESTIONING HOW IT IS POSSIBLE. BUT WHEN A PICTURE ARISES OF HIM STANDING NEXT TO THEIR FIRST PRESIDENT OVER 200 YEARS AGO. THEY BEGAN TO QUESTION REALITY AND WHO HE REALLY IS.

Naruto wasn't born in the hidden leaf, he was born into the waring era in the Uchiha, to non other than Madara. But he and his younger sister, Kushina, was sealed away. It wouldn't until 100 years before they would walk the land again... will they be able to find happiness? Or will they end up like their mother or father? Don't own Naruto

In which a Fangirl reincarnated into another time.

This story is short and simple about a girl named Xui Luinya which lived in Manchuria under the Soviet rule. She was killed by a bullet in the process of burning of a Russian school by the Japanese. How the Japanese and people of Manchuria were exploited during war era of 1900s, burning, rage, cruelty is all in this story. Please do support as I am just 12 years old. I am growing in building up new imaginative ideas inside my mind. I hope that readers younger than me, adults and even other age groups like my story. This story is written in a short way and in a simple language. Thankyou!