Military Romance Novels & Stories

Joan and Donatello arrived a little bit earlier than predicted and immediately noticed that they were in a military town. Military towns were towns located near military camps. Most supplies for the camp are attained from these kinds of towns. The most distinctive feature of military towns is the presence of soldiers, everywhere. However, they managed to avoid most of them and get to the town’s clinic. That’s when they met Nara.

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

The boys were scowling at them, as they were ignored. "Don't tell me you are also looking forward to the Bivouac," Lance whispered to me. "Of course. It's the first time we'll get to camp overnight with our classmates and do military drills. It's going to be exciting," I whispered back. I saw he was frowning. "Don't let me see you with any nice, cute, hot soldier," he retorted. I giggled. "I can't promise you anything yet." He's so cute when he gets jealous. I recalled his same antics when I first met Alfred. That seemed a long time ago.

She owns everything in my world, and I'm going to show them. A gym membership? Hell no. The thought of some other man even breathing in her direction makes me sick. I already have to deal with the painful reminder that she's been married to this fool and he touched her! Fuck! How many times? She's mine! Only mine! Charlton raised an eyebrow when I spoke French, but he didn't flinch. He went along with it, like always. Despite his reservations, his dislike for Layla…hell, despite the hatred burning in him, he'd do anything for me. It's the military's code of honour that binds us, stronger than blood.

He stripped the ruined silk from my body, his eyes tracing the silver glow of my veins with a terrifying, hungry fascination. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my shoulder. "Even when you're a weapon. Especially then." The intimacy was different now. The "Pure Romance" of the villa had been a mask; this was the truth. It was intense, grounded in the reality of the war we were about to rejoin. Every touch was charged with the subtext of our new roles. He wasn't just my lover; he was my general, my guardian, my obsession.

The journey back to the royal castle became a very different kind of trial. Wrapped in the warmth of the King’s carriage, cut off from the march of armies, the mating bond sealed in blood and fangs blazed to life with unbearable, carnal force. With the war won and the pups safe at the rear, combat adrenaline became the ultimate aphrodisiac in our veins.

“Feel this. Feel how perfectly you take me. You’re mine, Mia. Every moan. Every shiver. Every child you give me. Mine.” She shattered around him with a cry, her body clenching tight. Damien followed moments later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, his groan low and raw against her neck. They stayed joined for long minutes, breathing together, his hand gently stroking her belly. The romance between them had never been simple — it was forged in fire, tempered by war, and strengthened by every impossible choice. But in moments like this, it felt like the only truth that mattered. The Next Morning

The lighting, subdued yet warm, cast a gentle glow reminiscent of soldiers finding solace around a flickering campfire after a long day. Soft chatter and laughter intertwined with the subtle background music, creating an ambience that resonated with both camaraderie and romance. ‘It almost feels like I’m back at the academy,’ Callie said. ‘But with better-smelling food.’ The waitstaff, dressed in uniforms that mirrored military attire from various eras, moved with disciplined grace. Their attentive service echoed the dedication and precision that defined soldiers in the field. Each dish that arrived at the tables was a testament to the culinary skills of the kitchen team, who worked together

Not the way soft people loved. Not the way gentle hearts loved. And he didn’t believe he deserved to be until he met her… Mikhail knows he’s wrong for her. She’s innocence wrapped in warm sweaters and shy smiles. He’s the mafia’s wolf trained, brutal, and loyal solider and he belongs to the wrong world. They resist each other because they must but yet they want each other because they’re cursed. They burn for each other because fire does not ask permission to burn. Their chemistry is a dangerous but yet irresistible thing and Loving each other would destroy the fragile balance of their world But wanting each other might destroy them first.