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Before 1936, I was alone. 

Russia was in a state of chaos after the Bolshevik takeover at Petrograd. Vladimir Lenin was gaining power at a frightening rate. Outside of Russia, the world was at war with itself. After Archduke Ferdinand's assassination, Europe was plunged into turmoil. Everything was going insane. 

I wasn't alone in the familial sense. Although my mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Natalia, and my father was one of the ones killed in Petrograd, I still had my sisters. Katyushka was my older sister. She treated me with a maternal gentleness; in fact, it was she who made my scarf, which I still wear to this day. 

Natalia was my younger sister. She was very attached to me, and some might've called it obsessive, but I didn't blame her. When she was three, I had fallen very ill, and I almost didn't make it. Katyushka soon got over my near death, but since Natalia was so young, her mind never fully recovered. 

But even with my sisters, I was still alone. I was always trying to find some way for us to scrape by, which led me to spend most of my waking hours away from home. I had very few friends, and the friendships I had were shaky, at best. Whenever I tried to talk to anyone, they would ignore me or push me out of their ways, thinking I was just another street boy. 

Before 1936, I was alone.

...

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The Boy Who Loved The Werewolf by GayShipQueen

First off, it's all those damn witches fault. I knew I shouldn't have killed their mother, but its not like I had a choice! It is-or was-my job to slay, back in 1692. Yea, that long ago. But we were living in a primitive world and the word "witch" got to anyone's ears, and all hell would break loose. Those damn women, three girls all of the marrying age at the time, their mother was accused of witchcraft. It was my job to dispose of the witches. I was the executioner after all, but I was supposed to do it as if it were an accident. The night I went after the girls mother, they were home and watched me do it. Crying, sobbing, screaming at me to stop. But I couldn't, I wasn't allowed. At the end I felt something happening to me, I was getting dizzy and everything was hazy. I heard the three girls speaking-no, cursing me in unison. "You have slain our mother, an innocent women. She had not been dabbling in witchery, she only kept our secret. For having killed our mother, we curse you and your family to roam the world as immortals. Never growing old after the age of twenty one and turning into the beasts you are at the age sixteen. Every night when the moon rises, you and your family shall turn into giant beasts. Beasts bigger than bears but in the body of a wolf. Each night you will kill and you must live with the guilt of the murders you are capable of. Are you satisfied with the blood you've shed tonight?!" Those words are burned into my skull, never leaving. The witches were hanged a few days later, on the night of a full moon. That's when my curse began. Present day, it's easier to hide nowadays from the community. Nobody is looking for me, trying to hunt me down and kill me. At least, not that I know of. But anyways, my name is Fiona Mansfield. I was only seventeen years old when I was an executioner in the Salem Witch Trials. Three witches cast a spell on my family and me, that was 322 years ago. I am 339 now and my family and I are werewolves.

Till The Spring by eyeshadowed

March, 2024 "Spring brings hope of love in a person's life." When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday. I never wanted to trust these words, I never wanted to fall for her, I was okay with the way I was, But....she happened. And I don't regret it. It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy. I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone. All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon. With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended. When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape. As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life. Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.

Escaping the Monster's Embrace by Mentally-Insane

Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

Starting World War 3! (A Hetalia Fanfic) by GNxDDD

Despite it being well past sunrise, the house was dark. I had woken up with a start, hearing the sound of a car below but now as I lay awake, I was in even more of a panic. "Don't make a sound." She whispered as she clasped a hand over my mouth, "The house is surrounded. They're going to kill us. They're going to kill the countries." ... It is gradually nearing to two decades since Taishya Rovanoff ran away with her twins and despite the media taking the world by storm, great tensions are underlying once-happy friendships with the nations. When a young and perhaps too-curious state comes across some files, she decides it is her own personal mission to solve the missing-twin mystery. This, however, proves more challenging than not when old scars are reopened leading to a series of events which brings the world to its knees. With forgotten prophecies and mysterious attacks threatening the lives of once-strong countries, the world is inevitably falling apart. So how is it, with all the chaos going on, a missing lady, a set of twins, a naïve child, a sickly teenager, a frightened mother, a celestial body and a queen all bring about the darkest hour the personified nations have ever faced? How is it that the threads of the earth are slowly undoing to bring about the start of the end of the world? ... DISCLAIMER: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. The only things that I own are the plot, Taishya and any other OC's I might decide to include. If I did own Hetalia, I wouldn't be writing this...actually, I reckon I would be on an island, basking in the sun and drinking a pineapple cocktail whilst my servants brought slices of nectarines. Hetalia and it's characters belong to their rightful genius owner, Hidekaz Himaruya...(seriously, that man is a god!).

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 by aoifswrites

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 Two years since he threw her out. She's a model and he is still the same guy who she remembers. Except he is a cold hearted cunt. What will possibly happen if he finds out her son is his son, his heir? She hates the pain and heartbreak he caused her, she hates how she can't let go her feelings. All those cities he burnt down and people he killed in her name. We all have our flaws, that's what these two realise But deep down we all have our 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ Nicholas's arm seeks around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. I lay my head on his chest. The cities lights shine through the room. His large hand draws small circles around my hip. I smile softly feeling a kiss being placed on my head. "You're so beautiful, you know that don't you?" he whispers looking down on me. It's just these little things, things to make me feel that small bit better of course. I hum making him raise an eyebrow, "Yes" that makes him smile back. He places a few small kisses on my lips before leaning back against the headrest. "The real beauty lays within our hearts, it's 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, it's our hidden beauty baby."

OTMA: Till The End Of Time by ladypainkiller

The lives of the Last Grand Duchesses told from their perspectives. Olga~ I understood why he was given to me. Mama was already under much pressure. I felt the pressure from the executives and from her piercing stare, I was just a mere teenager at the time. Later on I had gotten scolded for his behavior. "Tatiana would have done a better job! You are the eldest Olga! The responsibility comes to you! Why can't you be more like your sister!" I will never forget those words, Why can't you be more like your sister? I ran out of the room crying that day. Tatiana~ I was woken up by the sound of yelling and doors being harshly opened. I sat up rubbing my eyes from the tiredness, it is most likely the middle of the night! My confusion is rapidly replaced with fear as five bolshevik guards entered our room, reeking of alcohol, drunk. Our dogs started barking, I was full of panic. We were in our nightly attire but we had our corsets filled with sown jewels hidden underneath, our secret. Maria~ I felt the comfort knowing that someone still cared and was looking out for me. I did not deserve his kind soul yet I still held onto him because he was the only thing that was separating me from the void of loneliness. I smiled at him then quickly looking away to find Olga staring at me across the dinner table with eyes beyond angry. Our eye contact lasted for a long time, I did not dare to look away. It was as if she was the predator and I was her prey, caught at the right moment. That was when I knew that this was the start of the end... Anastasia~ "Maybe they won't hurt us, just let her be in love"I supposed. "Love? What love? The love where we can't go outside? The love where they betrayed our family? The love where we can't have any damn privacy or the love where they wouldn't let us to england and leave us be! So you tell me Anastasia, what love?" "I know you are mad, but let her have this one thing, stop being unpleasant to her." I plead. -- Created in January of 2020

Shattering Constellations | Countryhumans | by Blisopoppy

I, America, live in a perfect world. No one disturbs me; they fear me. As a wise man had said, "isolation is the key to success." I believe it whole heartedly. Society is cruel. And to counter it, I must be independent, secretive, and alert. Welcome to my world as I start a new chapter in the 'perfect' school: UN high school. ✖️〰️✖️ Posting one chapter every week(either Saturday or Friday!) 🤓📖 ✨ships (not all)✨ Russia x America x China 🇺🇸🇷🇺🇨🇳 UkrainexCanada (more relevant)🇺🇦🇨🇦 GermanyxPoland (side)🇩🇪🇵🇱 JapanxSouthKorea (side)🇯🇵🇰🇷 >^< It's my first story! ✨ >з<❣️please give it some love! ✨ Disclaimer: Not historically accurate 🚫 Grammar issues ☹️ Mature⚠️ Fiction😱 Human au🤖 No politics😀 Female America 🦅🦅🦅 🇺🇸 #1 Ukranada Nov 19 2023 #1 AmericaxChina Dec 11 2023 #1 Chimerica Jan 9 2024 #1 ukrainexcanada Jan 17 2024 #1 ukranada March 2 2024 #1 femaleamerica March 22 2024 #1 ruschi April 7 2024 #1 femamerica April 22 2024 #1 amechi April 23 2024 #38 countryhuman June 20 2024 #1 countryhuman June 22 2024 #1 americaxrussia July 19 2024

Pessimistic Coodies (RusAme) by Toddels

The tall tale of the later hardships faced by "the gifted child". As Russia ages, he finds his life dulling because he has nothing to live for. He had already succeeded in so much that his life loses purpose. One fateful day he unexpectedly befriends America who understands exactly how he is feeling. He persuades Russia to partake in deadly events with him to help him feel excitement again. Intelligently gifted depressed psychopaths should never become addicted to danger... or become besties. 🦠🦠🦠 America glances back over to me with a menacing grin plastered onto his face. He laughs and its echo haunts my ears. "I don't think I'm insane; surely my entire situation is understandable. If it weren't, I would've been put into that asylum when I was younger." I stare into his doe mismatched colored eyes. What the hell did I get myself into? "America, you are insane." I repeat. I was truly at a loss for words and had conflicting emotions. Crossing the street blindfolded was the last thing I had expected him to try. And yet, I was even more disturbed at how much I wanted to try it for myself... "And so are you, Russia." he says chillingly as if he had a key to my gated mind. "We are not so different and you know it. You are not normal; you revealed that to me in your past. Our horrible childhoods molded us into what we are today. " "I'm not fucking crazy." I tell him, "I find hobbies to feel alive- not to try to kill myself!" 🦠🦠🦠 **Not the story you will be expecting** ⚠️ Warning: This is a fictional novel, so please don't attempt or copy anything life threatening that these characters do, thanks TuT 💗 All art is mine :) 🫧 - Yes, there are many allusions to famous works of literature because I am an obsessed fanatic for them!! Also I included a shit ton of symbolism and foreshadowing. So be on the look out for everything! ✨ ;)

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 rusame country humans and states by the_chaotic_house

**A World of Extraordinary Creatures** In a realm where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, exists a world inhabited by beings unlike anything we could have ever imagined. Cats with the intelligence and emotions of humans, mighty dogs that soar through the skies as hawks, graceful deer that can outrun the wind, and wise old goats with the ability to govern entire nations. Among these exceptional creatures reside two childhood friends, Russia and USA, who belong to the enigmatic species of cat-like people. Once inseparable, Russia and USA shared an unbreakable bond. They played together amidst the sprawling forests, chased ethereal butterflies, and whispered secret dreams under the twinkling stars. However, as time went on, a rift emerged between the two friends, leaving them estranged and heartbroken. USA, haunted by a profound secret, withdrew into himself, becoming distant and withdrawn. Russia, sensing his companion's anguish, grew increasingly concerned. He longed to know what had transpired, but USA remained silent, his past veiled in shadows. Unbeknownst to Russia, USA harbored a debilitating condition-a mysterious ailment that manifested as black vomit. Tormented by his friend's suffering, Russia sought solace in the wisdom of others. He confided in a dear deer named Hindsight, a cat named japan, and a hawk named Germany. Together, they pooled their knowledge and resources, determined to uncover the truth behind USA's affliction. As they pieced together clues, they stumbled upon a chilling realization. A potent disease, known as 'hawk's Bane,' was at the root of USA's torment. Legends whispered of its deadly effects, claiming that only a creature with the wings of a hawk could survive but this was only the beginning

The Jamaican Princess by toy_tori

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The Boy Who Loved The Werewolf

First off, it's all those damn witches fault. I knew I shouldn't have killed their mother, but its not like I had a choice! It is-or was-my job to slay, back in 1692. Yea, that long ago. But we were living in a primitive world and the word "witch" got to anyone's ears, and all hell would break loose. Those damn women, three girls all of the marrying age at the time, their mother was accused of witchcraft. It was my job to dispose of the witches. I was the executioner after all, but I was supposed to do it as if it were an accident. The night I went after the girls mother, they were home and watched me do it. Crying, sobbing, screaming at me to stop. But I couldn't, I wasn't allowed. At the end I felt something happening to me, I was getting dizzy and everything was hazy. I heard the three girls speaking-no, cursing me in unison. "You have slain our mother, an innocent women. She had not been dabbling in witchery, she only kept our secret. For having killed our mother, we curse you and your family to roam the world as immortals. Never growing old after the age of twenty one and turning into the beasts you are at the age sixteen. Every night when the moon rises, you and your family shall turn into giant beasts. Beasts bigger than bears but in the body of a wolf. Each night you will kill and you must live with the guilt of the murders you are capable of. Are you satisfied with the blood you've shed tonight?!" Those words are burned into my skull, never leaving. The witches were hanged a few days later, on the night of a full moon. That's when my curse began. Present day, it's easier to hide nowadays from the community. Nobody is looking for me, trying to hunt me down and kill me. At least, not that I know of. But anyways, my name is Fiona Mansfield. I was only seventeen years old when I was an executioner in the Salem Witch Trials. Three witches cast a spell on my family and me, that was 322 years ago. I am 339 now and my family and I are werewolves.