Some stories that I can't make into books ranging from Fan-Fiction to Historical Fiction to Fantasy and more.

What exactly is "Family"? Is it just a word used to label people who are blood-related? Dianne in the beginning believes so. but throughout the exploration of different kinds of experiences Dianne has a very different meaning to the word "Family". Read and Find out. What exactly is the definition of... Family?

A historical fiction about Emperor Hadrian and his young lover Antinous.

a historical fiction short story about the Salem witch trial and the experiences of one of the first women accused and executed of being a witch.

I had to put this book under "Historical Fiction" but this is real.

Early - Medieval - Renaissance War (Historical Intended / some story are fiction beware)

Kingdom of Majapahit

Kingdom of Malacca

Kingdom of Sunda (Pajajaran War)

Kingdom of Siam

Johor (Renaissance Era)

Papua tribesman

Portuguese Expedition

English Expeditions

Spain Expeditions

The Dutch Company (VOC)

Early - Modern to Futuristic War (Early Great war to the cold war)
Western (Historical Intended / some story are fiction beware)

Germany (Communists and Imperialist/Nationalist)

Austria

Great Britain

The United States of America

Canada

France (Nationalist and Foreign Traitors)

Romania (Imperialist / Nationalist)

Bulgaria

Hungary

Denmark

Slovakia

Eastern (Historical Intended / some story are fiction beware)

China (Imperialist and non-Imperial / Ideology based)

Japan (Imperial / Nationalist)

Vietnam (Northern and Southern)

United States of Indonesia / Republic of Indonesia

Thailand

Malaysia

Singapore

Korean (Northern and Southern)

The two Age will be connected directly due to some circumstances so wait for it.
No Need to say more right? (Fiction Based some are based on lore and story of the legend)

The third ages would be a different dimension based and can only be entered by a special gate obtained only the greatest leader of the two Age given by the Admin as a special recognition of the player's abilities.

Early - Ancient Warfare the Rise of the Fallen kingdom (The Great Eternal War)
Only for those who love the way of Warhammer works and for the fans only (Different playthrough but same MC)

Early - Gothic War (Interstellar War)

This novel is based on VR games which are in Strategy and RPG setting, not only the player can feel their surrounding they can taste any delicacy in the games, The NPC is able to interact with the player as if they are alive as a real human which can't separate a person from the NPC.

The game has 4 era which is the ancient civilization of Atlantis, Indus, and the Lemurian, Medival that spread from the Asian, European, and the Southeast Asia, Modern time which start from great war, second world war, and cold war, as the last age is the Gothic era timeline after the end of the nuclear war and the world had already gone into universe war which has strange beast and the unknown horror lurk on it.

"War is an endless event and the people inside it see what hell incarnate is like" said by anonymous.

Warning: the cover is not yet final and may change later

Oz slept much better these days. The hours of training wore him out. He would come home from their evening training, shower, and pass out cold. 

Today was no different. Oz sat in the shower, washing the sweat and grime of the day off. He was exhausted. His muscles aches, his head pounded. He had gotten stronger. His arms were gaining definition from all his time honing his scythe skills. His hands were getting callused from practice, and he even noticed light abs when he looked at himself in the mirror. He had gotten better at hand to hand combat, and could now take Amar without fearing for his safety. To his surprise, he had also gotten taller. 

Oz felt better about himself lately. His strength affected his attitude as well, and he was now trying to have a positive outlook on his situation. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in!" Oz called. Asmodeus walked in, taking a seat on the closed toilet. 

"We should talk about your growth master." he said. 

"I was just thinking about that. I feel like I've gotten stronger. I know I have. What else do I have to learn? How long until I can save Reena?"

Asmodeus sighed. It was a sound Oz had grown to feel calmed by. 

"True, you have improved rapidly. It is due to this improvement that I think this is worth mentioning. You still have a lot to learn in terms of the history of who you are, however, you have on combat technique left to go. Army Summoning."

Oz looked puzzled. "Army summoning?"

Asmodeus replied. "You have an army. An army of star soldiers that heed your will. It is an extremely taxing and draining technique, but as you get more powerful, the easier it gets to control. Right now you are barely at 30% of your power. At 50% you can control the soldiers with ease. At 100% they all are as powerful as you at 50%. It is a highly effective and strong technique. You are not ready to master it, but we can get started on training tomorrow night at the full moon. It will be easier to summon the army when the moon is at full power."

"Ooh... Tomorrow night I can't. I have a school thing where we sleep in the classrooms and watch old movies about World War Two." Oz responded. "I really wish though. Maybe the night after?" 

Asmodeus sighed again. "That works as well. Just don't try it on your own."

Oz went to bed that night feeling very proud. 

—~—~—~—~—~—~—~

The next school day passed in a blink. It was evening, and before he knew it, Oz was stuck in a classroom packed with kids he didn't like, Amar jabbing into his left side, and Asmodeus fast asleep on his right shoulder. 

Oz sighed. How did this even happen? He had to admit though, Asmodeus was a very pretty sleeper. 

Oz focused on the movie, barely understanding enough of the plot to see some people that he assumed were the antagonists planning an invasion of the United States. He was a little lost. 

Losing interest in the movie, Oz began dozing off. Historical fiction was not his genre. Oz almost fell asleep when a loud screech woke him. He jolted awake, along with Asmodeus and Amar, who had also lost interest in the film. The projector glitched. Black lines ran across the screen as the movie froze. There was a soft murmur among the students that were still awake. 

"Whats going on?" Asmodeus mumbled sleepily. 

"I'm actually not sure." Oz answer. 

"Don't worry about it. Just some technical difficulties. I'm going back to sleep." Amar nuzzled back into his bright purple sleeping bag, closing his eyes. Oz was about to do the same. 

Suddenly a voice echoed throughout the empty school hallways. 

"Hello bitches! We're here to collect the moon girl! If you don't all want to die, I suggest you hand her over right now!" 

The voice was followed by a garish laughter, one that sent chills down Oz's spine. 

The class stirred. 

"Nobody panic!" A teacher stood up. "Just follow the lockdown procedure everyone. It'll be alright." 

The students began to shuffle around, a tense atmosphere starting to grow around them. 

"Shadow children." Amar said through gritted teeth. "I can smell them."

"I feel them as well." Asmodeus responded. 

They tensed up. 

To his surprise, Oz could feel them as well. He didn't know what he felt exactly, but it felt like cold, dark, bloodlust. He knew it was them. Shadow children. 

And they had come for him.  



Long ago, it is said that the sun and moon both shone during the day. The sun shone with a warm, inviting light, and the moon shone with a cold, harsh light. The sun loved the moon, so she let her shine at the same time. The humans did not like that. The cold light of the moon was not good for crops to grow and it was not warm or inviting like the sun. The nights were dark back then, only illuminated by the weak glow of the stars. The people begged the moon, “Don’t shine during the day. You ruin our crops and scare the animals we hunt. Shine at night, so that our children may not fear the dark of the night sky.” 

The sun heard the people, and she got upset. How dare mere humans tell her lover to inconvenience herself for them? 
The sun spoke to the moon. “You mustn’t go my love. The humans know nothing of your life.” The moon nodded sadly. “We were put in this world to protect the humans. It is my duty to do as they ask. Please my love, lend me your light as I move to the night sky.” The sun begged and pleaded, but the moon would not budge. And so the sun lent her light to the moon, who now shines proudly in the night sky. 

The lovers can never be out at the same time, and thus never see each other, but the moon feels the warm light from her lover, and she rejoices.

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DISCLAIMER: Not my art in the cover.

All writing is mine. All characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

What we consider to be the oldest novel in world literature really depends on the strictness of our definition of a novel. The looser the definition, the farther back we can go.

For example, the Japanese work the Tale of Genji(11th century A.D) by Murasaki Shikibu is often cited as the oldest novel in the world. But if you were to read the Tale of Genji, you might find it very different in nature to modern novels you are used to reading.

The modern novel is a specific type of prose fiction that only really became popular and recognized as a distinct form in the 18th century. We have now come to expect that a novel will include certain elements, including a plot, a protagonist or narrator, some central characters, possibly some central themes, and a conflict that may or may not be resolved. Many novels contain a climax near the end.

The Tale of Genji is wonderful literature, especially in Arthur Waley's idiomatic translation, but the plot is meandering, it does not have an ending, and the narrative is frequently interrupted by hundreds of poems. In order to include the Tale of Genji as a candidate for world's oldest novel, we are taking a relatively broad view of what we consider to be a novel. Under this broad definition, the Satyriconwritten by Petronius in the 1st century A.D. would easily beat the Tale of Genji to the title of world's oldest novel.

Under a stricter definition, Don Quixote (1605–1615) by Miguel de Cervantes might be considered the world's first novel.

A book that many consider to be the world's first "modern novel" is Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, which was first published in 1719. Robinson Crusoe marks the beginning of realistic fiction in world literature, and is certainly another contender for the world's first novel depending on the strictness of our definition.

Hello everyone, dahil nainspired ako magsulat , gumawa din ako ng historical na kwento na may halong magical, medyo matagal ko  na ding pinagisipan kung itutuloy ko pa, 1903  ito panahon na ng amerikano, thank you sa mga babasa, God bless pasensya na din kung medyo mabagal mag update

P.S
This is a Historical Fiction, meaning this is a fiction, the characters, place and etc. is all fiction except on some thoughts or parts because it is really part of our history, the tomasites etc. 
Thank you again for reading, keep on reading and comment for suggestions and message me for your reaction, I love reading messages. THANKS :D

Ang kwento ng pagibig at trahedya mula 1903 hanggang 2018. Si Esperanza ay isang mabuti, mahinhin at maalagang babae mula sa taong 1903 at si Elyca isang masungit, spoiled at mayamang babae mula sa taong 2018, ating alamin kung ano ang koneksyon ng dalawa sa isa't isa at ano ang mangyayari sa pagibig na meron sakanila.

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