Fantasy Army Novels & Stories

The forest quaked under the weight of Lysandra’s army. Hundreds of soldiers formed a wall of black armor, their rune carved rifles glinting with cold blue light. The crimson banner bearing my stepmother’s crest swayed above their heads, cutting through the air like a wound. The moment felt unreal. Like the past and the future had collided on this single patch of Earth.

Maxine continued, “Aside from that, there are some military issues. During the last few days, military personnel has been constantly changing. A number of higher-ranking generals have been dropped in. There’s even a new army.” “A new army?” James inquired, puzzled, “What army?” Maxine explained, “This army is referred to as the Phantom Army. According to information gathered by the Caden family, the members of the Phantom Army are all ancient martial artists. There aren’t many members. There are only about ten thousand of them right now, accounting for roughly four percent of all ancient martial artists in Sol.” “Who is the commander of the Phantom Army? What kind of authority does this newl

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

He explained, "War isn't always a bad thing. At least for us, this is an opportunity. Mr. Hearst, arrange for us to absorb as many high-level fighters, mercenaries, and refugees as possible into Abyss City. These people already have strength and experience. They would make excellent soldiers. With just some training and discipline, once we equip them properly, they'll form a massive army that'll let us walk freely through the Wastelands!" Franz smiled. "Your ambitions are even bigger than I thought. Alright, we'll do it your way." Petra grinned. "I like how Andrew handles things. We really do need a powerful army." Juno laughed. "Andrew, maybe someday you really will lead us to dominate the

Below us, in perfect, terrifying formation, stood an army. Thousands upon thousands of drow and drangel soldiers. They stood shoulder to shoulder, black and white and every shade in between, armor gleaming in the sun, weapons raised in silent salute. Banners snapped in the wind, their colors unfamiliar but bold crimson, sapphire, obsidian. The army didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. They just watched us, a living wall of eyes and ambition. I’d seen lycan armies, dragon flights, even the ragged bands of human rebels. But nothing like this. The discipline, the stillness, was more terrifying than any roar or battle cry. They didn’t look like they were waiting for orders.

The morning was already approaching and there were only a few dozen people to transport. Karilaya was thankful that she was able to hold on that long. She never expected that such a kind of army existed. She knew that the empire's army was formidable, but she never thought that they would be this horrifying. No matter how many phantom soldiers and golems she’d summon, they were not enough as she could only summon about a thousand or. Which was the same number as the imperial soldiers. It would take at least three of her high-level phantom warriors to take on a fully armored knight. The only things that were keeping them at bay were the barriers and the flame sentinels that shot from a distan

Smiths worked at glowing forges along the cliffside, while wolves prowled in iron-caged pens, bred for war. Darius pulled his horse to a halt at the ridge, gazing down at the army that was his and his alone. Ten thousand strong — and growing. Not the ragged bands his father believed him to be squandering time on. Not a fantasy. This was an army sharper, harder, more loyal than anything Ironfang had ever fielded. A shadow stirred near the ridge. A man stepped forward, tall and broad-shouldered, his face marked with scars. He knelt immediately.

Half a minute later, dozens of people lay on the ground, clutching their chests and waists and groaning in pain. “Andrius, you’ve indeed improved.” A hint of jealousy and envy flashed in the depths of the fake emperor’s eyes, but it quickly faded and was replaced with an endless killing intent. “But even if you’ve entered the Martial Realm, today will still be the day of your death!” After he said that, at the far end of the horizon behind him, an army came charging in. Leading the way were brand-new tanks, followed by countless soldiers. Helicopters circled overhead. Wherever the army passed, they kicked up sand and dust, extending for thousands of kilometers.

"The only difference is that we have different names for our armies. Nervas Army for Nerinvat, Vasand Force for Vuculv, Aseil Legion for Aslan, Wistal Corps for Winacellu, and Macian Navy for Malecoy." "What about the demons' military, sir?" I questioned and shoved a spoonful of rice in my mouth. "That, we are not so sure," Sir Rupert said and took a small sip from his soup. "Their damned army is complicated, but we will tell you about the basic structure of their ranks—the rest, you can learn that in the academy." Upon realizing what he said, his gaze shifted to me from his plate. "Speaking of which, the Entrance Exam of Kozen Akademis is in ten days, but I assume someone has already inform

I don't reply Isabelle and we stay silent for a while. General Caulder. Head of Lycania's exclusive army. Not much of an army though, more or less like the human feds combined with the army. They are called the Lyncs, basically the powerhouse of Lycania. It is where every shit goes down. Where every aproval and rejections becomes established once the order is given from the Palace.