Best Military Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

Made perfect sense, but I was also confused. “If he isn’t the beta, does that mean you have two betas?” I inquired because I was confused. A pack only had an Alpha, A beta and sometimes A gamma, who was the head warrior in most cases, but not all. I had never heard of one with two betas.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

(continues walking) Levi:(comes running)am here Brian:(stops and turns to both of them)am happy you guys are here with me, thank you guys Leo:No problem Brian we are friends and we are here to protect Mars Levi:yeah we are also here to help you win this Brian: alright let's get to our spaceships and fight and win this (as they all leave to their spaceships and fly off) As kataros's spaceships that were led by Zeno got closer to Jupiter scanners picked up the spaceships that had been sent to battle them. Soldier:(runs to Zeno) commander Zeno am here to report something important to you Zeno:yes what is it? Soldier: commander we have picked up a million fleets of ships heading to attack us Zen

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th

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

These invisible but vital servicemen defended the borders of human space against alien aggression every day. Yet hardly any day went past in the news without the mention of this mech or that mech. Many mech pilots stood out from the crowd and even became stars. As for warships, well, Ves could not recall a single name of a person who served on a spaceship. Even the other Larkinsons who all prided themselves as a martial family never got involved in the navy. He eventually shrugged as he finished the book. "I'm sure there's a story behind it all." The second book surprisingly dealt with the mech laws in the Greater Terran United Confederation. As a first-rate human superstate, it wielded a di

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."