Military Novels

Kyle is an average worker who tries hard to make ends meet, he finally gets the chance to get married to the love of his life but his adoptive parents switched him with their mischievous look-alike son to sign off a deal with a rich Mafia family as a collateral for their debt, his life is shattered ad he faces emotional and physical trauma. What will happen when the girl he marries treats him like trash because she's also forced to marry him? Will he find his real parents or strive to break off the contracted marriage to get back to the woman he loves?

As I raised my crystal flute to toast our mafia wedding, my fiancé made an unexpected announcement. Christian publicly declared to a room of hardened killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion and our vows for a low-level smuggler named Lilith. "I am not going to Paris. As a Soldier, I cannot sit back and watch her fail." He claimed she was a helpless orphan who desperately needed his protection. He tore up my official transfer papers and accused me of sabotaging her business out of jealousy. He even gave her my bespoke silk wedding dress and my antique betrothal pearl comb to parade around at a syndicate gala. While I stood completely alone at our Union Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos in her bed to post on the Family's network. I became the ultimate punchline of the underworld, a discarded Queen replaced by a weeping pawn. I couldn't understand how four years of blood oaths and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to dust for a manipulative parasite's cheap theatrics. So, I stopped waiting. I packed my weapons, boarded the private jet to Paris alone, and walked straight into the arms of the lethal Underboss who had been waiting for me all along.

My eyes snapped open to the blare of my alarm, October 17th. Senior year. Mock SAT Day. A familiar, suffocating nightmare. For a second, I didn' t know where I was, then the cold dread washed over me: I was back. Back to that exact day. The beginning of the end. I remembered it all: the accusations, Tiffany Hayes' smug face, Chad' s betrayal, my mother' s tears and worsening cough, the crushing weight of a ruined future, my own descent into despair that had culminated in unspeakable suffering. I had meticulously sabotaged myself this time, purposely failing the mock SAT to avoid repeating history. But when the scores were posted, Tiffany Hayes had a near-perfect score of 1580. Even more terrifying, she had replicated my unique, deliberately flawed math solutions-down to a random doodle I' d made. How? How was she inside my head? This wasn't just cheating; it was invasive, a violation of my very thoughts. No more. This time, armed with my father' s secret tech empire and a former military intelligence expert Mr. K, I wouldn't be the victim. I was going to expose her, reclaim my life, and save my family from the nightmare she' d already put us through once.

Sarah Miller finally shook off the fog of a traumatic brain injury, memories flooding back, only to discover her life in ruin. Her so-called friend, Brenda, publicly accused her of shoplifting, prompting Mike, her military husband, to present devastating divorce papers. Then, a debt collector arrived, exposing thousands in debt wrought by Brenda' s years of malicious manipulation. Mike, accustomed to Sarah's alleged "trouble," paid the debts but solidified his mistrust, silencing her pleas and locking her in their home. Brenda further engineered Mike's downfall: spreading rumors of his fictional injury, then "finding" Sarah' s pre-signed divorce papers, painting her as an abandoning wife. Believing these cruel lies, Mike signed the papers, utterly sealing their fate. Heartbroken and secretly pregnant, Sarah overheard Mike declare his resolute divorce, convinced she was a manipulative burden. How could she possibly explain the years of calculated deceit that orchestrated her complete ruin? Her newfound clarity only illuminated the utter devastation Brenda had wrought. Leaving behind the signed divorce papers and a silent farewell, Sarah vanished from Fort Henderson. Six years later, amid the chaos of Hurricane Anya, she' d unexpectedly face Mike again. But this time, a shocking truth-and a little girl-would unravel everything.

Serena's stepmother forced her to take her cousin's place and marry the Beaumont family heir. Everyone in New York knew Felix Beaumont was a disfigured, crippled madman after a horrific car crash. To ensure her compliance, her ruthless family completely emptied her little brother's medical trust fund. Her brother was lying in the ICU, and the hospital was ordered to stop his life-saving medication the very next day. Her cousin mocked her as a piece of trash, and her uncle laughed in her face when she demanded her rightful inheritance. When she arrived at the Beaumont estate, the old madam treated her like a defective product and ordered a humiliating purity check by armed guards. Even Felix, her new husband, pulled a silver handgun on her on their wedding night, threatening to execute her for being a cheap replacement. They all thought she was just a weak, desperate girl they could easily manipulate and crush to death. They believed she had no choice but to suffer their abuse in silence to keep her brother alive. But nobody knew Serena was actually a highly trained operative hiding a lethal past. When Felix suddenly collapsed from a deadly military-grade neurotoxin, Serena didn't panic or cry. She effortlessly pinned the untouchable billionaire to the floor, pulled out her silver needles, and saved his life. Looking down at the shocked monster of New York, she offered a cold smirk. "I can fix your dead legs, but you work for me now."

I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.

During their past life, they already know that will come to an end, this two soldier didn't confess or yet express their feelings with each other even it seems that the love is in the air, even though they fallen in love, due to some rules of being a soldier it became impossible. a bad luck they end up dying in a war, failed to survive. But then a decades ago, this modem day, deities of love made a plan for the both of them. A plan of continuation of their love. It is their job to find the past memories. This is a chance to live happy and to Express their love that they wanted it before.

Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned. Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows. Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years. Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate. Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown. But the nightmare hadn't ended. The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes. He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company. When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid. "You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?" He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her. Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation. She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury. How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds? The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely. Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams. Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team. She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map.

According to Wikipedia: "Joseph Conrad (1857 – 1924) was a Polish-born English novelist. Many critics regard him as one of the greatest novelists in the English language—a fact that is remarkable, as he did not learn to speak English fluently until he was in his twenties (and always with a strong Polish accent). He became a naturalized British subject in 1886. Conrad is recognized as a master prose stylist. Some of his works have a strain of romanticism, but more importantly he is recognized as an important forerunner of modernist literature. His narrative style and anti-heroic characters have influenced many writers, including Ernest Hemingway, D. H. Lawrence, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Graham Greene, William S. Burroughs, Joseph Heller, V.S. Naipaul, Italo Calvino and J. M. Coetzee."

Former special forces soldier Peter Wang is tasked to serve as a security guard in one of Golden City's top firms to protect his beautiful employer, Bella Song. As a fighter who survived the grueling life in the military, he dismissed the job as menial and simple. Little did he know, he gravely miscalculated. At the heart of a seemingly peaceful city, Peter found himself treading dangerously through vicious gangs and atrocious personalities while winning the hearts of several beautiful women along the way --the elusive Bella, esteemed Amelia, sweet Elaine, youthful Shelly, gentle Lisa, and more. Who can defeat our Mighty Soldier King? Read to find out.

For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future. Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city." Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed. The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence. Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."

Deep in the treacherous ice-cold mountains, Erin Daniels is running from a monster when she stumbles upon Jake Swift and his highly-trained ex-military security team. Will Jake, the handsome, rugged ex-special forces and owner of Swift security, be the one to save her from her nightmare.

On my twenty-first birthday, I was just a broke orphan sitting in a dark apartment, staring at an overdue rent notice. A freak lightning strike suddenly shattered my reality, tearing me from Earth and dropping me into a primal alien jungle, where I was cornered by a massive white tiger. I thought I was dead, but I woke up in a high-tech hospital surrounded by people with animal ears, scales, and tails. The doctor looked at me with pity and delivered the crushing truth. "Earth is a lost world, Anya. To us, you are a purebred human relic." In this Varden Empire ruled by genetically superior Beastkin, I was painfully fragile, physically weak, and treated like a delicate museum exhibit. Worse, I learned that the monstrous tiger from the jungle was actually Marshal Jaxon Kensington, the ruthless and overwhelmingly powerful commander of the Imperial Army. I felt completely helpless and suffocated. I was trapped in an alien world where I was inferior to everyone, terrified of the military monster who had brought me here. Why was I dragged into this brutal universe just to be a weak specimen? What I didn't know was that the Empire's registry had just paired my DNA with the Marshal's, flashing an impossible 99% compatibility match. By Imperial Law, the cold, untouchable commander was now permanently bound to me, and his terrifying, primal obsession had just been awakened.

Military Reminiscences of the Civil War, Volume 2: November 1863-June 1865 by Jacob D. Cox

Once, many years ago, in a kind of despair, you were impelled to say that I would "never be anything but a rascally lawyer." This, it may be, sat upon your conscience, for later you turned me gravely towards Paley and the Thirty-nine Articles; and yet I know that in your deepest soldier's heart, you really pictured me, how unavailingly, in scarlet and pipe-clay, and with sabre, like yourself in youth and manhood.

My sister, Eleanor, was the laughingstock of the Vance family. She was known as the pathetic, socially crippled heiress, bullied at school and discarded by our father for his new step-daughter. I thought she just couldn't handle the pressure, until I stood in the freezing morgue and watched the heavy industrial zipper seal her bruised face away forever. The car crash that killed her wasn't an accident. Our cousin paid the driver to secure the family trust fund. Our step-sister Sophia orchestrated her daily torment, and our father Arthur embezzled her inheritance to buy a fake Ivy League pedigree. They ruined Eleanor's reputation, painted her as a disfigured lunatic, and left her to die in absolute despair. Why did the people who shared our blood treat her worse than a stray dog? How could they smile for the cameras while her blood was still wet on their hands? They thought with Eleanor dead, they had finally won. But they didn't know I existed. I scrubbed the weakness from her name and took over her identity. I slipped into a black tactical suit, bypassed military-grade security, and walked straight into the office of Wall Street's apex predator, Ethan Thorne. I pressed a combat knife against his aorta and looked into his cold eyes. "I need a political marriage. And you need a wife." Starting today, Eleanor Vance is back, and the entire family is going to burn.

First published 1892. Author was a soldier, composer and French dramatist who received the Legion of Honour.

They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn't find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn't correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn't just hunting criminals. She's chasing the truth behind her father's deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?

Long time ago,the werewolf realms lived in peace, unity and prosperity among themselves. Not until everything changed, with the sudden change of leadership system that was introduced and spearheaded by Lycan Goliath, a former wolf chief of the thirty three kingdoms, who led a decisive military coup, and finally succeeded in taking over the realms. His leadership brought about famine, wars, diseases, and division in the realms. He would finally inscribe his signature on the werewolf realms, when he caused havoc,by attacking the political and economic temperature of all realms, when he sought to be the grand commander of the systems. Many chiefs and Alphas of Kingdoms and packs, were lured to submit under his dictates, except the kingdom of Skull, that was controlled under the leadership of Lycan Simon. For years, war was the order of the day, until Korra, a young and helpless Luna from the sixteenth bloodline was born. As a young star who was born woof less, she was hated and humiliated by everyone who would come around her,not until the Alpha of her pack came for her hand in marriage. Weeks after her marriage, she was finally rejected by her first mate, the Alpha, and sentenced by him to die in the war front. In this helpless situation, she was rescued in the forest of Stones, by a wanted vagabond,who happened to be a betrayed and subdued army captain of Lycan Goliath. Soon, love and romances took over him and Korrah. Their love became the key to Korrah's greatness, as he helped in unlocking the lycan spirit in her. However, the both of them would journey on an adventure to battle the most powerful and brutal king, Lycan Goliath, and to save the werewolf realms. What would be the fate of Korra, after the war?. Even though the moon goddess would be on her side, she would be abandoned by destiny, in the painful and bloody hands of fate. This story teaches on the Importance of genuine love, and the pains of trusting a friend

I was twenty years old and dying of ALS, my body wasting away into a pile of twitching muscles and lead-heavy limbs. With only a month left to live, I took my parents' entire fifty-thousand-dollar inheritance to a rain-slicked alley and gambled it all on a single vial of "unregistered" blood. The liquid tasted like battery acid and stopped my heart cold, but when I woke up, the paralysis was gone. My skin was pale, my eyes had turned into glowing molten silver, and the only thing that could satisfy my agonizing hunger was the sound of silver jewelry shattering between my teeth. But the cure came with a terrifying new vision: I could see the blue, parasitic shadows living inside everyone around me. My neighbors, my teachers, and even the little girl next door were being hollowed out by monsters with needle-teeth and lashing tentacles that no one else could see. When the school went into lockdown and the halls filled with the scent of rotting fish, I realized an invisible invasion had already claimed the city. The military didn't come to rescue us; they came to "sanitize" the zone, turning their miniguns on the terrified students to bury the evidence of the outbreak. I was trapped on a roof with a handful of survivors and a mysterious girl named Elise who looked at me like I was a genetic mistake. "No one is coming to save us," I whispered, watching the helicopters circle like vultures. I grabbed Elise’s enchanted silver dagger, ignored her warnings, and crunched the blade into a savory paste. As a wave of dark, forbidden power turned my skin into a Vantablack void, I stopped being a dying kid and became the only thing the monsters were afraid of.