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The Saving Grace

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Have you not seen? War is a cruel and dark place, where the world has set out to destroy itself. Not all are swallowed up by the death, for there are those who seek to put the world back together, piece by broken piece. Some would call them fools, others heroes and life savers. They are the saving grace in chaos of war.

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Dracma and Tusron are in the midst of a war over the island of Iala, a large strategic piece of land that would give either country a vantage over the other country across the ocean. The two countries have been at rival with each other for as long as anyone can remember. Not even the desert countries of Messai and Rokar have fought as long as these two world powers have. The four continents and four islands wait with baited breath to see which super power will win the warAll Rights Reserved

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The Last Avian Soldier (The Nine Realms Universe) by ren_writes_words

We're all pawns in this game played by those on top. From the moment we can process what they're telling us, we're led to believe that we must kneel before superiority. Bow our heads to the kings and queens, the powerful men and women who sit high on their thrones. To them, we are nothing but tools, obstacles, and threats. For this life is nothing but a constant battle between immortals. The individuals on the pedestals, and the ones in the dirt. So, how may we get out? How much blood will be spilled, tears shed, final breaths taken, before this is all over? People are lost in the game. They don't come back. Sons and daughters, parents, siblings... all slaughtered in this power play. Through all of this I have lost. I walk upon the shattered past left in my wake. I wish for death to finally arrive, but it never does. There's a crown of death atop my head and there's nothing I can do to change it. We were ready to make a difference. When death came to our doorstep we refused to let it take us, not without a fight, but it was a futile attempt. No one can stand in the way of a king starved for the power of it all. Tainted by ambition and violence. And with that, two thousand soldiers drew their swords for a war they would not win.

Ink is Thicker Than Blood (First Draft) by ITTBOfficial

In 2XXX, a virus escapes containment. Said virus corrupts youth (aged 13-18) for wanting A Peculiar bloodlust. This bloodlust doesn't turn teenagers into savages, no. It just gives a thirst to kill. Only very few can resist it. This story takes place fifty years after the governments of the world created the Darwin Initiative. An idea that allows for students to kill each other. But in the 50th year, the year this story is set, teachers can now kill students and vice versa. At the end of a year, the teams must elect their best player to fight in a battle Royale against other team representatives. The battle Royale lasts for up to five days. The survivors may graduate or pass to the next year, if they do not survive; the rest of the team will be held back. But some players, may go lone wolf. Follow Jason Walker, a young talented writer whom has advanced skill with any knife, and his comrades in their journey through the eight grade. This group's name is the Joking Corpses. The JC contain three of the best fighters in the nation. Mia Fall, an Apex Predator, Jason Walker, a Clawed Predator, And Kai Gracefield, a Wolf in sheep's clothing. The JC go through the year, encountering fewer allies than foes. Each of these foes seem to put the fear of death, into Jason and his team. Rules of the DI: 1. Students may or may not kill each other both on and off school grounds 2. Students may kill teachers and vice versa 3. Students and Teachers are only allowed weapons that the country allows 4. The Students may kill each other 24/7 5. Teachers can only be killed on school grounds 6. Teams (or Alliances) may be formed (Cover art by @kaseyboi)

Feral Regality by hopeful_soul

A common soldier. A monstrous being. What all could occur if the two were to cross paths? Csilla. A just adulting soldier forced into fighting a war whose result is already predetermined. A war her side was fated to lose. An enemy she was assigned to kill. A creature her race was taught to fear. The rage of war spiked in the air, she marched into battle with a mission forced in her mind- destroy the head of the enemy. What happens if she fails? **Note that this book contains torture scenes, brutality, mature scenes, violence, harsh language and a lot of fiction. Kindly use your imagination and refrain reading if you are faint hearted.**

A Tale of Two Daggers by YoussefSameh680

At a certain juncture of time in the Middle Ages. A tyrannical king ruled his kingdom with an iron fist. His every whim was law, and his subjects lived in constant fear of his wrath. This is the story of his reign and another two brave souls... A 17-year-old girl finds herself trapped in a cycle of fear and danger. When one fateful day came, a huge army swarmed her hometown only to capture the gorgeous of them all, and that would be the start of her long and everlasting nightmare... On the other hand, one young prince found himself involved in a conspiracy cooked for him. However, he meets an unexpected maid who will save his life but also unknowingly turn his future into a daily bogey of horror and fear. Can the girl attain a sense of peace despite the challenges in the forthcoming sections? Will the conspirators succeed in their sincere desire to eliminate the prince? Above all, what is the correlation that exists between them and the king? ***(No smut included )*** Note: This book is cross-posted (or will be posted) on RoyalRoad.com with the same user name. Here is my profile link: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/600838

War Surrounded By Stars: Blood Can't Be Washed Off By Blood by DavidEbenstein

In the end, it's the small ones that suffer. Only their bodies are scattered across the battlefields, full of wounds, arrows, and hate in their hearts, which, like poison, runs through their veins, contaminating both the body and soul. They are subject to the sharp words of those great beings that constantly play around with the lives of strangers, hidden from the eyes of those who die for them, hidden in their castles that the little souls can't reach. And while the vultures slowly cut up the bodies of the fallen warriors, their spirits walk across the battlefield trying to figure out why they were killing and why they ended up dead. Why the empty eyes of their bodies stare into the dull sky, looking up at the castles of those who are greater than them and who are still alive and healthy, only now, with a smaller number of beings who will leave their lives on the meadows for them, hoping that the greater ones will honor the sacrifice that they have made at the altar of the homeland. After all, there is nothing more sacred than an artificial creation, such as the homeland, for which one gives his or her life, the one thing that someone lives for, the one thing that is worth dying for. Life is transient, consumable. Death is the one thing that cannot be avoided. Whether it comes in the form of a sword, poison or age, it is always present. The spirits of the dead are constantly awake, forever with open arms, welcoming those who are about to arrive. Death is a part of life and life is transient. Death does not choose, and life doesn't forgive. In the end, we will all become dust and ashes.

Storm Of Pain by fictionlover20040228

Have you ever seen your life flash before your eyes? Seen all the good memories with you and your friends and loved ones just pass in a few split seconds before the moment comes where you know you'll die? Where you determine if it's going to be a quick or slow and painful death? Well then, same. I risk my life on a daily bases saving others, strangers, kids, families, anyone my team and I can help ranging from terrorist attacks to bombs to pretty much anything. The training that I received a few years ago allows me to do that, it allows me to be the best person that I can be, if I could go back to the day I joined the military I wouldn't change a single thing; the only thing I would've changed in my journey is to have looked after her better. To have kept her safe. But life had other plans with both of us... ***** All ideas in this book are thought of by me. Nothing has been based of another book. If something is the same as another's, it purely coincidental. *Don't copy from my book *Don't report my book because of a few violent scenes *My book is copyrighted. If I found out you copied my book, I will report you. *Remember to vote and comment

Battalion Wars I by Ecup83

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Pure of Mind and Sharp of Knife (Male Reader x Female Creepypasta) by TheDukeOfWolves

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Rise of the Dead | I by Lup1ne

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The Last Avian Soldier (The Nine Realms Universe)

We're all pawns in this game played by those on top. From the moment we can process what they're telling us, we're led to believe that we must kneel before superiority. Bow our heads to the kings and queens, the powerful men and women who sit high on their thrones. To them, we are nothing but tools, obstacles, and threats. For this life is nothing but a constant battle between immortals. The individuals on the pedestals, and the ones in the dirt. So, how may we get out? How much blood will be spilled, tears shed, final breaths taken, before this is all over? People are lost in the game. They don't come back. Sons and daughters, parents, siblings... all slaughtered in this power play. Through all of this I have lost. I walk upon the shattered past left in my wake. I wish for death to finally arrive, but it never does. There's a crown of death atop my head and there's nothing I can do to change it. We were ready to make a difference. When death came to our doorstep we refused to let it take us, not without a fight, but it was a futile attempt. No one can stand in the way of a king starved for the power of it all. Tainted by ambition and violence. And with that, two thousand soldiers drew their swords for a war they would not win.