Romans & histoires Best Military Thriller Books

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

"Yes, you are the best at it, baby, but you also have other skills. We have been trained to be the best at what we do. But if we rely on weapons right off the back. It also means my plans weren't airtight, and they were flawed. And that would be unacceptable." Everyone in the room knew Victor was a mastermind at planning sharp, successful missions, whether in the jungle, sea, air, or big city. That was his specialty as an ex-Marine Ops in the military. He did his homework so thoroughly that A.W.S.E. rarely had to use their weapons in all their missions. "Don't worry, Seungchan; I've arranged for all our ammunition to be in America if needed." Victor said as he gave him a slight smile. Then

“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

The repetition calmed something primal inside me, the residue of years in the military, years pretending I could still control chaos. Outside, the city blazed. Los Valles, with its glass towers and polished lies. But inside this house? It was all tension and ghosts. Especially tonight. Suddenly, a sharp crash broke through the silence interrupting my thoughts. Then came the sound of glass splintering and a low, guttural shout. I was up before my brain caught up, gun in hand, feet already moving. Training erased hesitation. My body moved like a blade. The sound came from the east hallway. Elian’s study.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Binns was near to tears, "You stole my laptop and now I am being investigated by W.I.K.D... Why? Why did ruin my life!" "You know Binns, you should really think this through before bringing a handful of men to war," "What—" Flicking out my claws, I slit the two agents' throats who stood behind Al and Amber, not killing them but paralyzing them, but skipped Binns and in the blink of an eye, I was behind McCarthy, sinking my talons into his neck before taking his gun. It happened so fast even Binns couldn't find the words. Pointing the gun at him, I licked McCarthy's neck, feeling the vein throbbing beneath my tongue, Binns, on the other hand, had his gun aimed at Al and Amber,

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.