Fantasy Army Novels & Stories

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

It was 21. Eventually, the Alliance entered the borders of Regulus. Army of fairies was in the sky while the rest of magi and mythfolks were on the ground. The combined sounds of fairy wings' fluttering, centaurs' clopping hooves and depthdwellers' wet slapping steps or slithers made the most disconcerting march of war. As far as army goes, their numbers were small, with most of them were the magi and fairies. Although, Lars then reminded he haven't count the djinns who were lurking and ready to strike from Regulus' Astral Realm exit points.

He didn’t need them and he didn’t want them freeloading in his kingdom! It felt as if the seconds ticking by were hours as the two armies stood glaring at each other before the resistance charged. It was a war of old. One he had only heard about as witches fought witches and wolves pounced on whoever got in their way. He stood on the balcony carefully watching as his giants stepped on screaming victims and arrows flew threw the air from the bows of his fairy army. His eyes scanned the carnage as he tried to figure out if that stupid little female had been killed yet and as soon as he saw the form of her wolf fighting right in the middle, anger boiled up inside!

As the sun began to set, the spires of Fengarad appeared in the distance, catching the last of the rays, and then we were over a large dark patch cut into the fields below. It was an army. Human, judging by their size and armour. Also the lack of horns, tails and wings. They were on foot, around a thousand of them, maybe more. A smaller group of riders on horseback stood to one side. Their armour seemed more extravagant and their helmets more fancy, like the ones worn by the Queen’s Guard. As I peered over the side to watch, Flossie’s head appeared next to mine. They were putting up tents and starting fires.

Although of course, Arai now clearly knew that Zaha had a crush on her, and Zaha now clearly knew that his feelings had been conveyed to Arai more or less. After the line of Imperial Knights and Soldiers had passed, it was now the long-awaited mythical army—the monsters who entered the battle to help the Imperial Soldiers achieve victory. Drap! Drap! The cobblestone streets trembled slightly with the arrival of this last group. And everyone's mouths opened wide at the sight of the gigantic figures that came to enter the gates of the Capital. . . .

A knight stood at the front of their formation tall, proud, and confident. "What's this look on your faces? Is that fear I see in your eyes!? We're the proud soldiers of his majesty! We're the army of the night the world once feared above all else! How many species, countries and armies can claim they were so terrifying, they united the entire known world against them!? I'll tell you! Ours! Only our army has ever had such an effect!" He bellowed looking each knight in the eye as he paced back and forth in front of them. Now granted he and the rest of the world that remembered also were aware of the fact their army then had consisted of all immortal races, each one making up for the other's w

Afred's body shook, immediately nodding deeply before hurrying off. Counterfeit products... Alexander walked to the corner of the corridor, looking out into the dark night, a hint of amusement creeping onto his lips. Under the Temple of War banner were its Four Dukes of War, Seven Barons of War, 108 Generals, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers. This undefeated army's stronghold lies in the North! "Maxine" He pulled out his phone, sending a brief message. [Who is secretly producing counterfeit Northern Beauty products? Find that out immediately!]

Mira’s POV The strange army marched closer until their individual faces and weapons came clearly into view. They stopped only a few hundred feet away, forming a wall of bodies and weapons that was so vast it seemed to swallow the horizon behind them. They weren’t wolves from any known pack, neither were they ordinary either. They were a mix of everything wrong…rogues, wanderers, deserters, and outcasts…but warped somehow. They looked harder and crueler, and their eyes carried a bloodlust that just didn't seem natural.

she demands. Azrael smiles faintly. “Because of them.” He turns and lifts one hand. The horizon moves. At first it looks like a storm rolling across the plains, then the shapes become clearer. Thousands more shadow demons rise from the dark valleys beyond the ridge. An army. It is both organized and disciplined. Not the chaotic or wild beasts Sariyah would have everyone believe them to be. Azrael lowers his hand. “I’ve been building this army for years,” he says quietly. Ember’s eyes widen slightly. “For who?” she asks.

He wasn’t going to listen to them anymore. “That’s enough William. As of today you will be staying here with us so your father and I can keep a close eye on you. We have also appointed a personal body guard to you.” A middle aged man walked into the room. He is a former member of the army, really tall and attractive. “This is Douglas. I would advise you don’t try to play smart with him.” Barbara exited the room. William looked at the tall man at his side and sighed. He then proceeded to his room and the man followed closely behind.