A Requiem written Under The Melted Snow
- Reads 38
- Votes 1
- Parts 17
Complete Mon, May 5, 20251h 43m
Natalya Kuztenov,23 has been serving as a nurse on the Russian Red Cross camp in the middle of the Polish forest in the middle of world war 2 when she suddenly found a half buried german soldier. She had all the reasons to run, but she stayed and healed his wounds on a abandoned shed.
And everything Changed-
But not as the way you would expect
All Rights Reserved
#103
nurse
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Bleeding for Her
I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."Complete
The Medic
Mel had a hell of a career behind her. Years in the military before she settled to be a nurse in a Base she used to serve in. She was good. One of the best. She liked being a nurse. But that should change really soon. Task force 141 needs help and she's the one that should help. Will this end well?Complete
The Life Of A German Soldier
(Still correcting for errors!) The German soldier goes through many things during his time at war, love, horror, and fear. But every soldier of any side knows that there's only one way out. He'll have to survive the new technologies of warfare. A soldier's greatest strength is bravery and moral that grows and lives in the soul. Soldiers test their strength in battle, the strong ones die as the weak ones run. War is an experience that is limited. We all don't know what it's really like. When you look at a soldier that has been at war, you can see it, its written on their faces and engraved in their eyes. A World War Two fiction story about a young man named Albert Schroeder, a twenty one year old German soldier of the Wehrmacht, has been sent to Western Russia to fight the Soviet Union in the summer of June 1944. In military training in Northern Germany, he meets another soldier named Kurt Smith. Kurt has been his friend since military training until his death in a battle against the Soviets during the early night. After Kurt's death, Albert faces many problems with another death of one of Kurt's friends from high school, Ralph Schäfer that he had just met. Albert will then be taken to a place many soldiers of his kind have gone before, a Russian P.O.W camp and might stay there for most of the war until it is over or will Albert try to escape during the night and go on a huge journey back to Germany? (NOTE: THIS STORY IS FOR HISTORICAL PURPOSES ONLY!!!)Complete
Love Between the War
In war-torn Ukraine, nurse Ekaterina Rodriguez saves lives while losing everything she loves. When a raid leaves her village in ruins, she is captured by Captain Alexei Dragunov, a Russian soldier known as "The Ghost Mask." Between fire and frost, compassion and duty, two enemies find a forbidden connection that could destroy them both. Because even in war, the heart refuses to surrender.
The Nurse
With war raging all around, some battles can't be won... ♠ The year was 1916, Elosie Keller was dwelling in a secluded Belgian cottage where she remained hidden away from the world until the day he fell from the sky... Drawn to the carnage of a fallen plane, she finds more than rubble when she notices that the pilot is still alive. She knows without medical treatment that the man is fated to die. Acting in a haste, she pulls the man from his destined coffin in hopes to help him live. Eloise soon finds herself tending a German patient in her hidden home and realizes he isn't the monster the world made him out to be; instead, she begins to see much more than an officer, but a man with a heart just trying to survive a war. When she is finally discovered by the Germans, she is called upon to become a field nurse for the men on the western front--only to fall into a whirlwind of unfortunate events that she must learn how to survive. Follow Eloise as she takes on the battle of being a wartime nurse in a man's world, fighting the one enemy that could never be conquered-love... *This is a work of fiction. Any names, dates, or events are completely coincidental. Thanks for reading. (unedited)Complete
Still - h.s (au)
*COMPLETED* 1941-1945 A two-part story about love in times of war. * "It is still you... It has always been you, Grace"Complete
ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ's ᴍᴀsᴋ
🌻 "You smell like everything I was taught to ruin," he whispered into her neck. She should've screamed. Instead, she let him touch her again. _____________~~~~~~~~_____________ They told her to stay away from the forest. They didn't warn her what waited inside. Daryna is a quiet village girl gathering sunflowers on the wrong side of the line when two soldiers drag her into the hands of the enemy. She expects bullets. Interrogation. Maybe death. What she doesn't expect... is him. Nikolai is a Russian commander wrapped in secrets and scars. Cruel. Obsessive. Bound by orders he doesn't always follow. The moment he lays eyes on Daryna- bloodied, trembling, defiant, he feels something fracture. Something dangerous. She's everything he should ruin. And the one thing he can't stop wanting. Caught between loyalty and longing, country and desire, they are the story no one survives. Because in war, nothing stays untouched. Not the land. Not the heart. And never the girl who kissed the enemy. ~~~~~ Dark Romance Enemies to lovers Forbidden obsession Unholy chemistry War & resistance Slavic village culture Slow burn + brutal heat Possessive Antihero 🔞
the girls of moscow || n. romanova
This story has been edited and updated for the final time. It can be found on ao3 under the same title. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ❝there lies an odd sort of beauty in the rich red of blood.❞ Natalya Romanova is a killer-in-training. At seventeen years old, she works hard to become a Black Widow Agent with the Red Room Academy in Moscow, Russia. She's been there since the age of seven. She's become one of the best operatives in the Academy, but something's still holding her back. Hesitation. Guilt. Desire. Some flaws can be erased with the flip of a switch, but others are not so easily removed. And when conversations about the future bring dark realizations to her attention, Natalya isn't so sure of what she wants anymore. She's made much progress, but the Black Widow still has a long way to go. ................. Warnings: Violence, Blood, Explicit Sex Scenes, Language. Marvel own all the characters except the ones I created, so technically all rights go to them, but still. Don't plagiarize. It's not cool.Complete
I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."
More detailsContent Guidelines