Best Fiction War Novels Novels & Stories

"Should I be worried, sir? About Arabelle being more capable than expected?" "On the contrary." The man looked at Arabelle's photo again—the fierce intelligence in her eyes, the strength in her posture. "I'm impressed. Dante chose well, even if he chose for the wrong reasons. She would have made an excellent addition to our original partnership, back when we were building this empire together." "That's... oddly respectful." "I respect worthy adversaries. I just don't let that respect stop me from destroying them." He gathered the photos of Arabelle into a folder. "She killed the Wolf. Fine. That tells me she's formidable. But being formidable in combat and being prepared for psychological wa

They were flickering, punctuated by the unmistakable flares of dragon fire. “Alaric,” Liza gasped, her gold eyes widening. The messenger dragon appeared then a streak of crimson against the violet sky, plummeting toward them with the desperate speed of the dying. This ends not with a resolution, but with the realization that the war has already arrived at their doorstep. The Shadow Mother wasn't waiting for them at the Isle of Whispers. She was already tearing their world apart.

I cried out in pain, in a desperate attempt to save my life. “You should have thought twice before plotting against Fenrir and me,” Damien growled and pushed me to the wall. I collided against the wall, my face covered in blood, could barely see anything. I wiped my face with my hand, and finally, I saw a sword on his bed. Rushing to his bed, I picked up the sword and charged at him, driving the sword through his stomach. I pulled the sword out, and Damien’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I stood there, my bloody hands trembling. “I just killed an alpha.”

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

We have phones for that. My thoughts whirl. Nothing in these books has given me any sort of idea of how I could end this war without being shipped off like a prized pig. Most of it includes accounts of some of the worst battles; ones where too many lives were lost. I’m surprised both Shifters and Wyres have survived any of it.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

“I’ve been wanting to murder something these past days. My siblings were lethal. Father taught us how to hunt and improve our gun skills. Vanessa was like me, though. Once it came to war, we did not mind getting our hands bloody nor dirty. “It’ll be very soon.” I told them.

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.