Fantasy Army Novels & Stories

He could feel it too, something under the surface, something rotting. I leaned closer to him. “This army isn’t just hers,” I murmured. “It’s a powder keg.” “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean,” I replied softly, “Seraphina isn’t the only one who wants those children.” A chill slid through his expression. That was the real war. Not crowns. Not thrones. Bloodlines. I turned back toward the masses. The Ultimate Army stood ready. But beneath the banners and oaths… Greed was sharpening its knives.

A large army rallies behind him, chanting and stumping their feet on the ground wearing armour that looks like snake skin with snake helmets. “Did this tribe not evolve like the others?” Gwanhoya asks looking at the army wearing ancient uniforms. Looking at the large army in front of them, “I admire them, for their adherence and commitment to their culture!” “How admirable indeed!” Gwanhoya looks at Garamba, “Would you like to hear what they have to say or just begin wipe them out?” Garamba moves forward to the barrier, “I know what they want but it will be more fun if they tell me as if I have no idea what they are here for.”

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"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

I just wanted to give them some space since they haven’t had the house to themselves after their wedding. Now with Kayla and I out, and Grace abroad, they were finally all alone. Done with fabric sorting, I was flipping through the papers on my desk when I realised that Nina had dropped my daily delivery of magazines. I started to purchase Youths of Africa Magazines since I got inspiration to design from there sometimes. One of the magazines caught my attention, and I gasped at who I saw. Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them.

And then I hoped that whoever the traitor was, it was someone that we could handle. I could already tell that the army would consist of the special forces due to Dmitri's influence and also rogues. So with the Demons, vampires, and Gorgons from Orian as well as the royal warriors, we could put up a very good fight with fewer casualties. I got up from my seat and picked up my phone, my screensaver was a picture of Demi, Haris, and me, and a sad smile came to my lips as I made a silent promise to get us back together soon enough.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

The people were on edge, unsure of what was coming and when. Aric and Kaida did their best to reassure them, but they knew that words could only do so much. And then, one day, it happened. The skies darkened, and a vast army marched towards the kingdom, their banners flying high and their weapons glinting in the sun. Aric and Kaida rallied their warriors, their hearts heavy but their resolve unbreakable. They stood at the head of their army, ready to face whatever was coming. The battle was fierce and brutal, the clash of weapons and the screams of the dying filling the air.

"You are blushing." "I am not." "You totally are." I glared at both of them. "Should you not be preparing for battle instead of gossiping like children?" "We can multitask," Mira said cheerfully. I shook my head, but I couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my lips. °°°°°°°°°°° By the time the sun began to set, the entire army was assembled. Rows upon rows of warriors stood in perfect formation, their armour shining in the fading light. Banners snapped in the wind, crimson and black, bearing the sigil of the Northern territories.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.