Military Fantasy Novels & Stories

And The Military Design teams has delivered of what I have been thinking deep inside my mind, all along. “This is what we imagine, What Aeternum Royal Military would looks like…being a country of one of a kind, it deserves to be different from any existence Armies in the Fantasy world of Fantasma….but even so, we do not divert too much from the Fantasy concept…because rather than overhaul everything…and modernized them….we decided to includes them all…For example, In Aeternum Royal Military…we even created a more, of a unique looks of each specialized units!… ”. (Hannah Johnson)

"This is a pain you know personally. Your lover is an impossible person. Your identities in keeping our country safe is usually as the concubine to generals who guard the border. None of these people want you, they want to be known for military exploits like killing either of us. Does it feel exciting to be in such a bedchamber with an enemy." "Now we know whom mother will reprimand with a question like that. I would never answer that question. I don't like it. I've never been in their chambers. I was never there long enough to form enough of an attachment. I was also never desperate enough that I would need to plant an idea that way or steal important information from his small clo

All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one. An overwhelming amount of refugees flooded the other cities, telling tall tales of heroes rising and taking on four to six creatures at a time. they fought them off while the rest escaped. Delusions, false hope, call it whatever you want we all knew nothing was coming to save us. We sharpened our swords and barricade our homes. The creatures would find us, just like they found all the other cities.

Sergeant Kane, a battle scarred 36 years old beast of a man, runs his platoon with iron discipline. Private Ryan, a 22 years old cocky and stunning recruit, keeps pushing his every boundary. What starts as brutal correction quickly explodes into raw, secret dominance and desperate need. The taboo runs deep... rank, age, the constant risk of getting caught in a military environment where one wrong moan could end both their careers. Expect sweat soaked uniforms, late night barracks fucks, punishing drills that turn filthy, and real combat missions where adrenaline feeds their hunger.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Armies had been moving out to the out sketch of the black land, and every hours the space was getting filled up, only foots of soldiers were already causing vibrations, citizens had been moving to safety, they were children, old people and deformities, it was becoming very much real, the armies from the black land and the king that made itanforiti father a king's kingdom, they already gathered rightly at almost opposite to the heroes stands, many of the normal soldiers who knew nothing about magics knew the attack bell may be head anytime, as most of the generals were with magics, they communicates with mind and not mouth, they all can read minds, and so they would no when exactly to engage

•Welcome! This story is going to be dark. There is going to be a lot of violence, abuse and swearing. This is going to contain explicit scenes of physical violence, dignity demolition and drug use. It is a dark romance! '''''\ Don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above mentioned topics . . . ''''On a lighter note:'''' This is going to be a beautiful tale of teens' love, friendship and enmity as well. Family drama, you name it.

The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow. "I suppose you think you'll be able to do that, do you?" Michael growled. The goons drew their guns and fired, but Michael had seen this stuff in 'The Matrix' and there was not much different between a computer simulation and a dream. The bullets slowed to a stop feet away from him and hung in the air, spinning gently. Michael swept his hand out in a long arc and one of the goons flanking the spilled throne jerked violently sideways. He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck.

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.