Military Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

Is there ever freedom? The sound of engines drags me back to the present. Headlights cut through darkness. Cameo and I exchange a look. Finally. Two SUVs pull up in front of us. My men immediately tighten formation. Weapons raised and ready. Doors swing open. Men in black ski masks climb out. Guns in hand. Silent and disciplined. I study them, carefully. “Olympus?” One of them asks. I arch a brow. “What’s it to you?” My hand rests against my gun.

"Give me a goddamn minute, Max let's go now." I close my eyes and try to get rid of the all the voices and noises consuming me. Gunfire ignites in the back of my skull as I turn and no longer see the party with the cheesiest theme, but now see the desolate lands of Afghanistan. I look down and see I am in my jeans with a plain tee and cut. Where is my uniform? Matthews walks over to me but he looks different, his eyes are a dead blue instead of their usual brightness and he looks more pale. He has a cut around his neck and he is completely filthy.

Tsunamis dominated, and chaos reigned. Within a large military camp, several strong warriors surrounded the perimeter of their base and summoned their powers to protect the camp. The camp was large, and it covered a great deal of land. But the warriors were many and strong. Many of these warriors were Nobles, with the few remaining being Ascenders.

"Military is Ty's nickname, that's what everyone's been calling him. Not that many people from this town would do what he did, so he's kind of earned himself that nick name." Damien is right, not many people here would just get up and join the Military when they turned 18, let alone do it because they wanted to. But Tyler did, and people admire him for that. But that still doesn't explain why people are calling me Military's Girl, or let alone his Girl. Damien could probably see the confusion written on my face and decided to explain.

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

If a War King were to come across a Military King as an opponent, there would be no doubt about who would emerge as the victor—the War King would not even stand a chance! Dylan felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He thought that a Fourth Order War King like himself was already one of the best warriors around, but he never once thought that a Military King had been lurking in Drunham City all this while. War Kings were among the cream of the crop when it came to martial arts, but even then, they were still no match for Military Kings, who could squash them like ants!

I paused for a moment mourning the loss of two more farm boys made into pretend soldiers. This would be the first camp we burned to the ground, and hopefully the last. The Mortuvain rulers wanted land and wealth. When the new king was crowned he set out to conquer. He took the army his father had created and started attacking on all his boarders. As soon as he would claim one territory, he would move to the next. His once great army was not stretched thin and their numbers had drastically fallen. To fill their ranks, they have been gathering all males over the age of sixteen and forcing them to into the military. The men and boys they captured were usually farmers or shepherds and had never