Hitler Fanart Novels & Stories

Because I don't want to starve to death. I took my bag then took the breakfast box of my Boos then walked to my door. After locking the door I mounted my bike and drove off to my office. When I reached my desk, I placed my bag on the table first and then went inside of his cabin. I tidied up his cabin and placed the breakfast box on the table in a safe place. And then left his cabin. I was working on last night's task and suddenly I heard others' voices of greetings. That indicates that Hitler is here.

’ ‘This is turnin’ me stomach,’ Maud said, her lips white with anger. ‘Oh, there’s more,’ Agnes said sadly. ‘Reading here, Hitler was destitute as a young man, wandering the streets of Vienna as a failed artist. It’s alleged that at this time he had a vision when he took refuge in the Hofburg museum, just like the Blue Bolt. In this vision Hitler saw his destiny unveiled, that he would lead the German people to salvation.’

he stopped while I tried to digest the words. He continued, “During the First World War, Hitler served in Belgium and France as a gefreiter, the equivalent of a lance corporal in the British army. He was a runner, the most dangerous job in the army and was often exposed to enemy fire. In 1916, Hitler was wounded around the waist, impairing his sexual potency for good. He had a fiancée, Mimi Reiter in the 1920s, and later had a mistress, Eva Braun. He also had a close bond with his half-niece Geli Raubal, which some pundits have claimed was sexual, though there is no evidence to prove this. All three women attempted suicide; two succeeded. The reasons could be his sexual fetishes. You must re

A comment related to this flashed through my mind. [Anonymous1: Just give him hardcore early education from childhood and it’s solved.] └ Anonymous2: ??? What education └ Anonymous1: If he gets into art school, he won’t become a war criminal. I’d save him lol thanks Like Anonymous1’s comment…… what if he was sent to art school? What if support was given generously from childhood, pushing him hard to become an art master? What if the very possibility of Hitler leading war and massacre was eliminated……? “Ugh!”

Then a grin, revealing those horrid teeth. And Johann Lewis Marenbach—alchemist, sorcerer, astute occultist and mage—shudders in revulsion. He has heard much about the Fuhrer, the knotted rumors: of him being the second Christ, a lover of animals and children; homosexual mass murderer, one quarter Jewish himself; an inbred sadist, a masochist, a black-hearted abomination. They, but a few.

At the other far end, stood Hitler, and his wolf, he had a long axe, like the logo on his belt head. He was facing a very big wolf. The hugest wolf I've seen my entire lifetime. He was just standing, bloods that weren't his, were drooling over his axe and arms. All his body was all drenched in cold red. I was confused on why he was there though.

Sara was saddened when she stepped away, looking at Austin all the while. However, Austin’s face stayed calm as his eyes focused on the leader of the bikers. The atmosphere was full of tension and being around them felt like the air was getting heavy with hope. The biker’s leader looked at Sara’s face, taking his time to examine her features. He looked at her with a voice full of hate and said, "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. If it isn't the little girl who likes to run away."