Military Novels

Three friends one night in Japan receives a text message from an unknown number offering money for killing Yakuza; their journey of friendship in military drama begins. Their fight for life and friendship does take in a lot of places to champion their enemies they never intended to see or know about and save the world they live in.

In a world full of several hundreds of empires, large and small, when it came to military force on land, the Ning Empire was said to be unequalled. With strong elite troops from all four borders and depositories sweeping across the land in all directions, they were able to stick their flag in the ground, claiming any land they desired. However, inevitably, there were some people who were dissatisfied with their lack of military prowess when it came to the coastal border regions. Hence, a young man stepped forth, brandishing his weapons and led the troops to the seas. Shen Leng: If the day comes that I have to fight hard for my people, I am more than willing.

Sienna Sullivan entered the penthouse not as a bride, but as a business transaction to pay off her family's debts. Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, Julian Vanderbilt, expected a submissive wife, but he purchased a woman who was secretly a global fashion icon and a lethal operative. When he finally tried to lock her in a gilded cage to "protect" her, Sienna didn't just walk away-she jumped from his moving Rolls-Royce to reclaim her own crown. The arrangement was a psychological prison. Julian paraded fake heroines in her face, never realizing Sienna was the "Ghost," the soldier who had already saved his life in a war zone years ago. While she bled in the shadows to keep his empire from crumbling, he dismissed her as a mousy tutor. The humiliation was absolute as her family mocked her as a "charity case" and Julian treated her like a fragile doll. He ignored the warrior who was the true power behind his throne, choosing to prioritize his own secrets over her safety. She realized Julian didn't want a partner; he wanted a possession to hide in a vault. The discovery that he would never trust the woman beneath the mask was the final betrayal. He only loved the version of her he could control. Sienna finally chose to burn the bridge. After neutralizing an assassin in a designer gown, she tossed her wedding ring into a puddle and vanished into the night. She wasn't running from the fire; she was going back to the desert to finish the war. The Queen has left the board, and the King is coming for blood.

I gave my everything to my fiancé, Prince Davian, and treated my adoptive sister, Elara, like my own flesh and blood. But my reward was a royal silver dagger plunged straight into my heart. As the silver burned through my veins and dissolved my inner wolf, I lay paralyzed in the freezing rain. Davian looked at me with pure disgust, wiping my blood from his fingers before pulling Elara into a passionate kiss right in front of my dying eyes. "Did you really think he would ever love a useless Omega like you?" Elara laughed her angelic laugh, revealing that I was merely a stepping stone for Davian to secure his alliance with our family. Worse, she proudly confessed to leaking my father's military maps to our enemies. "Soon, our dear House Beaumont will be in for a terrible disaster." I watched them walk away into the storm, realizing that every sweet word was a meticulously crafted lie. I hadn't just been betrayed and murdered; my foolishness had dragged my loving parents and my fiercely protective brother down into absolute ruin. Until my last agonizing breath, a fierce, burning hatred ignited in my freezing body. If only I had another chance, I would make them pay a thousand times over. Opening my eyes again, I gasped and touched my unblemished chest. I was back in my seventeen-year-old body, three years before all the tragedies began. This time, the game of revenge is mine to play.

Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital. My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump. Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently. "No! I don't want to go back to the white room!" She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage. I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death? Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me. But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back.

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

After spending so much time living in misery and looking for revenge that could cost her life, the protagonist who forged her own death meets the ex-military motorcycle club president, making the man realize that nothing is more worthwhile than keeping Diana for if it costs your sanity or death.In addition to bringing the narrative of her husband's murder in a cruel way, Beatrice convinces her brothers to participate in her revenge by orchestrating a plan to be carried out, to cover up the real murderer of Stefano Sartori, the son of the Mafia Don. Causing a war inside New York In the search for the responsible, as she fakes her own death and starts to command the brothers in a silent way becoming the perverse mind that commands the Costellos. She uses the Blood Angels club without caring about the consequences it will cause for Dragon. A woman with a goal, to get revenge even if it costs her life or has to give up a love, she doesn't want to heal any of her scars and even less get involved with someone.

The author takes the reader through the early history of several Georgia units and on throughout the war. He relates both the tactical and personal experiences of the soldier. We go with these citizen soldiers to the battlefields of Virginia and witness the legendary figures of Turner Ashby and Stonewall Jackson in action. Next, we participate in the camp life and fighting around Dalton and Atlanta. We skirmish in North Alabama as the unit is ordered to Nashville. Then it is on to Chattanooga and into Middle Tennessee, where we encounter the fabled Nathan Bedford Forrest. The author relates how "Forrest rode into my heart and mind," in sketches of his exploits on the battle field. We sympathize with General Hardee as he is aggrieved concerning Hood's promotion over him. We observe Gen. Pat Cleburne's deeds that earn him the sobriquet, "the Stonewall Jackson of the West." We experience the sacrifice of the very flower of Hood's army as we take leave of our comrades, dead or dying, in front of the Federal breastworks at Franklin. It's southward into Mississippi now as we head for Corinth and then to Meridian. Eastward into Alabama, we scrap at Demopolis and Montgomery. We traverse homeward into Georgia; then depart for South Carolina. Finally reaching Greensboro, North Carolina, the last battle is fought. We are 'surrendered' and there "we bade our comrades in arms a tender and affectionate farewell, broke ranks for the last time, and turned our weary steps homeward.

This book is a love story woven around the time of the American Civil War. A Southern soldier falls in love with a Northern Lady. The resulting conflicts and adventures make for a good and interesting read.

Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining. Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her. She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip. And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them. Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death. "Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free." "If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males." To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her. She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her. She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind. But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic. She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time. Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.

I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.

For eight years, I secretly held down the fort, running my husband' s auto shop and raising our son, Caleb, while Captain Ethan Scott built his military career far away. When he finally allowed us to join him, I thought our family was complete, but he introduced us as mere "distant relatives," forcing our son to call his own father "Uncle Ethan." He was utterly ashamed of us, of the "blue-collar dust" we carried, forbidding anything that hinted at our humble origins, while lavishing expensive gifts on his elegant colleague, Gabrielle Chadwick. He watched idly as our seven-year-old son cried, humiliated by other kids who called him a "charity case," and later, when I was injured by his carelessness, he was more concerned with maintaining appearances than my pain. My heart shattered when I saw the color drain from his face as our son, following his rules, called him "Mr. Scott" to Gabrielle's face, and then watched in horror as he stood by while Gabrielle deliberately tripped Caleb, leaving him sobbing with a sprained wrist. That night, cradling my hurt son, I made a silent vow: we were leaving, and we would never look back.

The population of Vienna was paralyzed with terror; a heavy gloom weighed down all minds, and the strength of the stoutest hearts seemed broken. Couriers had arrived today from the camp of the army, and brought the dreadful tidings of an overwhelming defeat of the Austrian forces. Bonaparte, the young general of the French Republic, who, in the course of one year (1796), had won as many battles and as much glory as many a great and illustrious warrior during the whole course of an eventful life - Bonaparte had crossed the Italian Alps with the serried columns of his army, and the most trusted military leaders of Austria were fleeing before him in dismay.

In addition to his works of fiction, Kipling was a knowledgeable military historian. This 1916 publication combines both interests—with poems, lyrical essays, and factual reports. Highlights include "Destroyers at Jutland," an account of the great World War I naval battle, and "Tales of the Trade," a harrowing account of submarine warfare.

Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."

The whistle blew, but the hit came a second later-a sickening crunch that echoed across the field. I watched my son, Caleb, collapse, his dreams of a football scholarship shattering with his knee. Ryan Blakely, the star linebacker from the town' s wealthiest, most powerful family, stood over him, flexing, a sneer on his face. Then his father, Mr. Blakely, offered me a paltry sum to sign an NDA, dismissing the career-ending injury as an "in-game accident," outright threatening my livelihood if I didn't comply, all while the corrupt sheriff and coach turned a blind eye. I saw my son's spirit break as he was mocked on crutches, and I realized nobody would help; the system was rigged. But then, I remembered a promise, a fading beacon in the dark: a general, Maria' s commanding officer, who once told me, "We don't leave our own behind," after handing me my Medal of Honor wife' s medal. With nothing left to lose, I clutched that medal and drove toward a military base, hoping a general's word still meant something.

Blurb “That is the fate you know, not my fate, little did you know that my faint voice still possesses the power”. It is of no news to anyone that the Mayor Park ranks top-notch among the parks in Diaka, a fictional home of many parks. It is reckoned when evaluated in terms of military strength and commerce, making it the dream of many werewolves, as it has conquered many Parks, which it made its annex. With this legacy transferred to Relix, an Alpha, he decided to maintain it, with all in his capacity. In this mission of his, did he make the law that all Lycans and Omegas be killed since little was expected of them when compared to the Gammas in Military strength? Sadly, this was the scene where Logan was born. Being a Lycan, the fate of death and weakness rested on him. As little or nothing was ascribed to him, just for the fear of losing his life. He wished to speak but his fate made his voice faint to be heard. He grew up with this fate, consequently being inferior to his peers. As he wept day in and day out, seeing himself being cursed. Sadly a little secret of his was leaked, as Renbus his brother couldn't contend with it, losing Debra, the daughter of Relix to him. Sadly Logan had to elope as his life was still dear to him. He finally found himself in Malor Park, a Park which is not far from his initial Park, he had to cope and became a slave to Regan, an old Werewolf witch. With his attitude, he found favor in his eyes, as he took him as a son and made him a Freedman. In the meantime, his fame went around the globe, as he was renowned for his magical power, making the impossible possible. By this, he was celebrated to live with Cassatus, an alpha of the Erga Park, a Park who had longed for revenge on the Mayor Park, as regarding a war fought. With Logan by their side, they saw success in their ambition. Telling about their plight, he was willing to render help to them. Until he got the greatest shock of his life “Mayor Park”, he fainted. Will he take revenge on the Park? Will he let bygones be bygones?

I was an elite operative, days from marrying the man I loved, ready for a life beyond the grit of Central Asia. Then, an IED ripped through my world. My legs were shattered, my career over. My fiancé, Kevin, abandoned me for my own sorority sister, leaving me broken and wheelchair-bound. My CEO, Marcus, became my charismatic savior, vowing love and a luxurious future. I married him, and soon, I was pregnant with 'his' heir. Eight months pregnant, I overheard his call. The ambush that crippled me and cost me everything? He orchestrated it, deeming my shattered body a 'necessary sacrifice' for his corporate ascendancy. But the true horror emerged: my unborn child wasn't 'ours.' He was planning to genetically alter my baby, making it resemble my ex-fiancé, all to appease my ex-sorority sister, Jessica, whose husband was infertile. Every painful 'vitamin injection' during my prenatal care? Part of his diabolical plan to replace my heritage with hers. I was a pawn, a vessel, my life and body utterly violated, all for a woman who wasn't even his mistress. They think I' m defeated. A crippled, heartbroken woman. But they forgot who I am: a soldier forged in fire. And this unwitting host is about to become their worst nightmare.

I sat in a room waiting for my fiancé to set our wedding date, but instead, I received a video of him bleeding in a clinic. He wasn't there for me; he was paying the price for a blood-diamond purse he’d bought for a Mafia Princess named Lucia. I had spent five years living in the shadow of his underground fights, constantly fearing the day he’d come home in a body bag. Today, he’d emptied our wedding fund to buy Lucia an armored car, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that I was merely a placeholder. When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain, swearing it was just a debt of honor. He laughed off my threats to leave, convinced that my heart was too soft to ever truly walk away. I watched as he prioritized Lucia's shrill demands over our future, his arrogance blind to the fact that my patience had finally turned to ash. I had survived his brawls and his lies, but I was done being collateral in a game I never asked to play. How many times could I forgive a man who traded my life for another woman’s vanity? Why had I stayed so long, waiting for a man who didn't even know how to protect his own future? I walked into the Syndicate clinic, not to nurse his wounds, but to reclaim my passport. I didn't look back as I signed the papers to disappear into a high-security black site in Iceland. I was finished with Ciro, the soldier who fought for everyone except the woman waiting for him in the dark.

He is a doctor with the magical X-ray Vision, the underground world's first-class military king. After married a super beauty, he returned to the city to become her protector!