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After being jolted awake by a punch, Morin discovers he has become a prisoner of war. Initially, he assumes this is a world akin to the eve of World War I, only to realize the reality is far worse than he imagined. And why is it that he, an imperial soldier, has become allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault troops wielding sword-and-shield combos like tin cans, diesel-and-magic-powered armored knights, and accompanying battle mages… All of this tells Morin that something is seriously wrong with this world—and on a massive scale. But what he needs to focus on now is how to survive this war, touted as the one to "end all wars." Key Elements of the Book: Modified World War I, real men pull the bolt, diesel-powered armored knights, airship boarding actions…

Deep Genesis: Beneath the Trench In a war-torn near-future, young geneticist Dr. Kael Rennar isolates himself in the Arctic, driven by grief and a bold vision: to evolve humanity for survival in extreme environments. Unaware that his research has attracted attention from beneath the sea, Kael soon meets Thalyn—brilliant, mysterious, and not entirely human. Thalyn is the princess of the Nethari, a secretive aquatic species hidden beneath the Mariana Trench. Sent in disguise to steal Kael’s work, she slowly gains his trust—and his heart. When global powers discover Kael’s research, Thalyn seizes the moment to reveal herself and bring him to her underwater world. Kael believes he’s found love and refuge. But in truth, he’s become the key to an ancient empire’s plan to rise and claim the surface world.

I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

/ Somwhere in the world of gesia where magic spells and the fire of guns are a daily commodity on the frontlines/ ZoOm..BoOm ZoOm..BoOm ZoOm..BoOM Fuck that one was close, I turn left looking for my squad mate in the trench, and immediately I turn away tears in my eyes, dead, definitely dead there is no way he survived that, one of the shrapnel shards of the artillery shell got him dead in the eye, I hear the sound of blood gushing, out like a water fountain but much more disturbing. I try to vomit but after we got separated from the supply line for more than 6 days after the attack of a squadron of dragons there wasn’t much left for me to eat, so the only thing that was coming out of my mouth was the sound of emptiness I want to go home...I want to see my family..I..I... ZoOm…BoOm I flinch, I could swear the Artillery shells are getting more precise after every second, I try to grab my gun without looking at the corpse of my squad mate, the moment my fingertips grace the cold steel of my weapon I feel something wet, I shudder knowing what it was. I close my eyes and stand up my hand around my gun, planning to never let it go. I try to rub the blood of my hands on my already dirty pants and after that i climb out and run faster than i ever did before... ...Ziiiiiip...splash....                                                                                                                                                                                         / the Cover art belongs to the kikstarter campaign of Interbellum RPG /

The day a war had just ended, a new war had just begun for the whole world to see.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

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