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Reincarnated: Vive La France

France, 1934. The scars of the Great War still shape the military minds of the Third Republic. Trapped in the past, its generals place their faith in fortifications and defensive warfare, while across the Rhine, a new German army rises, faster, deadlier, and ready to crush everything in its path. Into this world awakens Captain Étienne Moreau, a man who should not exist. He remembers another life, one where France falls in 1940, where German tanks storm through the Ardennes, bypassing the Maginot Line. One where his country surrenders in a matter of weeks. But here, now, he has a chance to stop it. As an officer in the 2nd Armored Division, he fights for reforms: pushing for mobile tank warfare, warning of Hitler’s growing ambitions, and challenging the high command’s obsession with World War I tactics. Yet, his ideas are dismissed as radical, madness from a young officer who "thinks he knows war." Surrounded by political intrigue, military infighting, and rising fascism, Moreau must carefully navigate the system, winning allies among future leaders like Charles de Gaulle, while avoiding suspicion from the French High Command. His knowledge is a double-edged sword, if he is too aggressive, he risks being labeled a traitor. If he does nothing, he will live to see France burn. As war draws closer, Moreau faces a terrifying question: Can history be changed? Or is France doomed to fall, no matter what he does? Time is running out. The Blitzkrieg is coming. And he may be France’s last chance to fight back. -------------- Join my Discord Server. https://discord.gg/jma9zt3eNs
Clautic · 1M Views

The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 218.5K Views

From Nothing, Kean

Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering. He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before. As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him. He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him. In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable. But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death. Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice. And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose. He names it after the only thing he ever came from. Nothing.
MohitMiddha · 6.3K Views

The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 765 Views

Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text to speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.5 times speed. Probably read this though, kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident. lol Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending (fr), no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
lostatlas · 5.4K Views

Whispers of Control

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 16.1K Views

Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 34.5K Views

The Substitute Madam Amazes the World Once More

Mo Zhu's mother remarried after her father went missing, and she had lived in the countryside with her elderly grandmother ever since. The girl who had no parents wanted to protect herself. Therefore, to avoid getting bullied, she had turned wild since she was a child—she played truant, fought, and drank. There was nothing she did not know how to do. She was a problematic student in the eyes of her teachers, a big sister in the eyes of her classmates, and a hooligan in the eyes of her acquaintances. When she was eighteen, her birth mother retrieved her to live at her stepfather's house. Everyone in the village claimed that she was going to live a happy life in the city, that her mother had not forgotten that she had a daughter here. "Mo Zhu, the Huo family is one of the most powerful families in the country. It's your good fortune to replace your younger sister in marrying into the Huo family. You have to cherish this opportunity," explained her mother patiently as she held Mo Zhu's hand. Mo Zhu's eyes were filled with sorrow. At that instant, she knew why her mother thought of her. Inviting her over to the city to enjoy life was simply a figment of her imagination—she was simply an exploitable piece of trash that her mother could sacrifice. The Eldest Young Master of the Huo family fell severely ill recently. He did not just develop a twisted personality, but also became violent and cruel. His face had been completely ruined and he had only two years left to live. Mo Zhu's younger sister was supposed to be Eldest Young Master Huo's fiancée, but the ruined young master was no longer a suitable match. Fearing the Huo family's influences, her mother did not dare to cancel the marriage, thus she sent Mo Zhu under the bus to protect her younger sister. However, was Mo Zhu truly just a useless simpleton who knew how to smoke, drink, and fight? No! That was simply a disguise she used for self-defense since she was a girl without parents. After marrying into the Huo family, she stopped smoking, drinking, and fighting. She became the best daughter-in-law a mother-in-law could ever have; the best wife a husband could ever have. What never occurred to anyone was she no longer flunked in her studies. In fact, she transformed into a straight-A student. Half a year later, she enrolled in the best university in the country and majored in specialized medicine. Determined to become an excellent doctor, she cured her husband's illness completely in merely two years. That handsome and suave Eldest Young Master Huo returned. After Huo Xuan's recovery, he allocated a huge budget and held the biggest wedding of the century for Mo Zhu. During the grand wedding ceremony, Huo Xuan announced during his speech, "In this lifetime, there are two people I'm most grateful for other than my parents. One of them is my mother-in-law. Thank you for despising me after I fell ill and forcing my wife to marry me in her younger sister's stead. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met the most important person in my life! The second person must be my wife! She never despised me when I was at my lowest. Instead, she takes good care of me. She's an angel sent by God, and she has saved me with her forgiveness and kindness, granting me a second chance at life."
ACEE · 3.7M Views
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