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L'armée Du Passé

Leituras 47
Votos 16
Capítulos 5
Tempo 29m

Leituras 47
Votos 16
Capítulos 5
Tempo 29m

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La vie semble pourtant paisible dans leur ville. Rien ne pourrait y nuire. Sauf une armée surgie de nul part. Le passé est en guerre contre le présent et Tessa ne sait que faire. Faire face au passé, quelle folie... elle devra sauver une communauté entière, voire même la planète au complet. Beaucoup de soutient, de courage et de calme lui seront nécessaires pour affronter une telle menace.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross], de WinterWillow901

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

War of Praisers, de BelovedDarkStranger

Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

A World's Bounty, de MyMintyWinters

The time has finally arrived, where the earth has reached its limit. Food, water, and land, all luxuries we've taken for granted, have been slowly looming down on us as a possible issue of the future. But that was just it. An issue of the future. So we ran and ran until we were backed right into a corner. The future has now become the present, and we can no longer run. So how does humanity respond, when it's very existence is threatened? Does it respond with words? With ideas and theories? But what if that doesn't work? Does it respond by blade? How will humanity take on its biggest enemy yet... itself.

Perfectionist, de Euphonics

The name's Alexis Niko. And I'm, by definition, a perfectionist. 'Do it, and do it perfectly.' That's the motto I live by. But in a world where nearly everything has been done, it's really quite difficult to do something world-shatteringly amazing and earn the recognition of the masses. So, you can imagine my surprise (and absolute piss-inducing horror) when I was transmigrated to a world that was just about to spread its wings and take off towards the technological revolution... After I had been accidentally done in by drunk driver. I had been gifted a system-The Perfectionist System (PS to be short)-that allowed me to fulfil my lifelong desire: To be perfect. Naturally, now that I had been given a chance to shine, I would take full advantage of this situation...That was... Right after I finish freaking about how I had just died and literally been transported to another world. See you in a couple.

An Aera's Lament, de InspiredPotato

"War... though we were never accustomed to it in the first place, has become rampant and fierce throughout these lands. And now we suffer the fate of our abusr and indifference. Viotile abominations walk the earth, killing everyone and devouring anyone or anything in its path. I leave this journal of mine in hopes that one day, a survivor from the war could tell the story and spread it across far and wide. There is no going back. This will be my final entry as is. Though most of the content might be vague, but I want them to spread the story in another way. Not me as a queen, but me as a woman, a warrior, a mother. My daughter... I am sorry I am not there for you. I may never come back from this, so incase you are of right age, My sister will show you this and you'll be able to know the truth. I pray that you'll grow up into a wonderful woman of your own. I love you..." -Last entry, 678 C.L.E, Serena Von Lionheart

Rage and Rebellion (Histories of Havenhearth), de ReynoldsAJ

Cerys Woodstock, travelling outside of Tainland for the first time in her life, craves adventure and excitement. Tainish Legate Eupheme hosts elaborate parties as a guise to obtain valuable information about the agendas of other lands, to further her own political interests. Yarazhenya, a half Cassioni, half Petrovian candle maker with a penchance for day drinking, is thrilled when her niece arrives to learn about her business in Chevelles. Callira Evarrlie, Tainish spiritualist, linguist, and a close friend of the chancellor of Chevelles, wants to share her knowledge of language and culture with the world. Nobody knows what Witwatersrander Floren Cheshiring does or why he is in Cassion. These are some of the civilian foreigners in the small city of Chevelles, there to teach, to sell, to build, to travel or for other reasons. But their presence raises suspicions among native Cassioni, wary of their intentions and technology. And, as xenophobia increases, so too do acts of violence. Enter Wynemere Brackenridge, fresh from the green countryside of Elsa, new recruit in the marine protectorate forces, a pawn in the fight for Tainish expansion, who wonders if she'll be able to handle the challenges her new life is bringing her. And Gwinael Snowberry, whose her first posting as combattant involves long treks over the Cassioni mountains, skirmishes with angry locals, and attempts to reign in her daydreaming so she can follow orders. Will a mutual understanding across cultures be achieved or will tragedy befall natives and foreigners alike? It is the land of Cassion itself which has the answer, as well as it's own lessons to teach them all. After all, as the Cassioni saying goes: "We have much to learn." (Dear potential reader: This is a medievalesque military low fantasy, with little to no supernatural elements: would love to get some feedback :))

Scarcity, de MirrorHaze

By 2057, Earth will be a shadow of its former self. Decades of unbridled consumption and climate negligence have left the earth almost desolate. Water, oil, and lush land are relics of the past, valued more than money. All nations have collapsed under the weight of famine, disease, and internal upheaval, leaving only two superpowers: the United States and Russia. They were once reluctant allies but now find themselves embroiled in a deadly, global fight for the planet's few remaining resources. While the population fights to survive in enormous urban wastelands, both regimes use advanced technologies and covert tactics in a desperate push for absolute dominion. During the pandemonium, 17-year-old Caleb Morrow, a scrappy survivor from the ruins of Canada, is conscripted into the US military. Meanwhile, on the other side, Elena Morozova, an 18-year-old Russian conscript hailing from the ruins of Norway, ascends the ranks in the Russian military. As this conflict between the 2 last countries left spirals out of control, the past suddenly begins to rise from the ashes leaving questions to arise in the thoughts of many soldiers on both sides including Caleb and Elena that, if answered, reveals a dark and unsettling truth. Scarcity is a story of curiosity, critical thinking, corruption, and trust in a collapsing world. Make sure to keep your rifle tight as you explore a dark truth... *This story includes mature themes such as: war crimes and heavy violence* *Perspectives will continuously shift between characters in this story* *All pictures are not real sketches*

Murder Drones: The Hour of Joy, de Ph0enix_A

It went on so long... So agonizingly long. They tried to hide... to run... anything to stay alive... I remember their cries: "What's going on?" "Why is this happening?" "What are those things?" Senseless slaughter, that's all it really was. They killed everyone. Drones, humans. guilty, innocent, it didn't matter. All that death... it didn't fix anything. And then, once it was all over, they dragged those corpses down below where they'd never be found. Entire planets... Multiple. All extinguished of their population. All the drones and all the humans, even plant and animal life was purged. None were safe. And after the slaughter, they... ate them... to stay alive. To fulfill the twisted vision of their "creator". And all this, for the sake of a single successful Prototype. _________________________________________ Disclaimer: This is a harem story with one being genderbend, So if harem/genderbend stories aren't really your thing, then this isn't for you! (Murder drones is originally made by Liam Vickers and Glitch! Poppy Playtime belongs to Mob Entertainment. So credits to them!)

Murder drones x Reader Scenarios/Oneshots/Headcanons [HIATUS], de WaffleTheCheese

What the title said. You are a Worker Drone BTW Slow Updates because My motivation is dying. Cover art by me

Murder Drones | Extortion, de ArmageddonC104

You are a human male in this. 《~》 ⚠️!!WARNING!!⚠️ The story you are about to read holds content that is rated for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 18, or have a history with deceitful partners, or worse a victim of sexual assault, DO NOT READ! Proceed at your own risk.

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] cover

War of Praisers cover

A World's Bounty cover

Perfectionist cover

An Aera's Lament cover

Rage and Rebellion (Histories of Havenhearth) cover

Murder Drones: The Hour of Joy cover

Murder drones x Reader Scenarios/Oneshots/Headcanons [HIATUS] cover

Murder Drones | Extortion cover

Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross]

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)