American Revolutionary War Fiction Novels & Stories

Fredrick just shook his head, but said nothing. Remembering my father and what he meant to me, I turned my head so Fredrick couldn't see and let the cold tears slide slowly down my face, drenching the pillow. Those were the first tears I cried as a vampire. It wouldn't be the last, but I assure you, I made others shed plenty more. Fredrick later told me that the Revolutionary War began on that day, my first day as a vampire. On that day, the Battles of Lexington and Concord were the first of the war ... and we were right in the middle of it all. But that was many years ago.

Dani sits in the floor at the foot of Asher's bed since he sat in the chair by the window. There was no way in hell that Dani was going to sit on his bed. The damn bed that he sleeps in every night. “The Revolutionary War was from April nineteenth seventeen seventy-five to September third, seventeen eighty-three. It was also called the American War of Independance.” Asher tells her and she nods, writing it down. “Basically it was a war fought because the British Americans in the thirteen colonies wanted to get out from under the rule of Great Britain.The the French jumped in and eventually America won their independence from Britain.”

This was not a place that noticed individuals. This was a place where history happened in bulk. I knew where I was before I could articulate how. The recognition slid into me quietly, the way grief does, settling somewhere deep and immovable. Revolutionary America. Not the curated version. Not the speeches and slogans, the neat lines and oil-painted bravery. This was the war as it existed to the people inside it: muddy, loud, disorganized, and deeply uninterested in my survival. I bent to retrieve the letter and found that someone else had already reached for it.