Broken Soldier Novels & Stories

“This is how a true Alpha treats his partner. My dear brother has stayed up all night to care for Lilith.” I forced a bitter smile and turned off my phone. Perhaps it all started from the moment he tried to take my compensation… Thinking of the compensation, I quickly logged into my online banking account. The 100,000 dollars was still safely sitting in my account. Thank goodness, it was all there. I transferred the money into my private account. The man I once loved betrayed me, and now, even though I had miscarried, he was still with another woman. Now that our child was gone, our marriage had come to an end.

I see Erik and Chris close to the bed, Lilly is off to the side, Zander behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, Elder Rose sat in a chair near the bed and in the far corner in the room stood Oliver head down in the shadows. Elder Rose spoke first “my dear sweetheart tell us what happened?” I turned to her, “I was coming back to my room when I saw…” The words catch in my throat. Chris hands me a glass of water, I take a few drinks. “Any way I saw what I saw it does not matter. Then I felt a very painful snap, it made me pass out. I don’t know how I know but I think it is the mate bond breaking.” A gasp could be heard by everyone.

he said softly. “About what?” “Your marriage.” She inhaled slowly. Most men would have avoided the topic. Or worse — approached it with curiosity disguised as concern. Calvin’s tone held neither. “It ended,” she said evenly. “And I rebuilt.” “That’s not the same as healing.” The honesty startled her. She turned fully toward him. “You think I’m not healed?” “I think you’re strong,” he replied. “But strength and healing aren’t identical.” The wind tugged at her hair, at the edges of her carefully maintained composure.

"He's fine. He is in the room next door. Concussion like you and he has a broken arm, and you have a few broken ribs." "Ya, I can feel that. Let's get the hell out of here." I sat up and instantly regretted it, but I had to push through. I needed to end this shit. Allesandro threw some clothes at me and walked out of the room. It took me a few minutes and me holding my breath in order to get dressed.

I hated being away from Lucas, from all of them but it was what was best. “Jason I need you to walk and read babe.” I ordered, realizing he had stopped walking from the shock. “I know it’s shocking, but I don’t know the exact time these tanks and soldiers are coming. We need to go” I said urgently, trying to empathize, but having no time. I know it was a lot to drop on him at once but it couldn't be helped. He started walking again. I showed him how the war started between humans and specials and how awful it was. He started to pick up the pace then.

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence that may be triggering for some readers. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18❌🚫 Groans and whimpering cries filled the air as the soldiers dragged the broken men across the ground, their bruised and swollen limbs scraping against the stone. As the soldiers positioned them on wooden crosses, their eyes widened in horror, their screams shattering the air. "Per favore, abbiate pietà!" One of them begged, his voice cracking in despair. [Please, have mercy!]

But standing here in the healing room, hearing the cries of our soldiers who’d been severely injured, I couldn’t find it in me to feel anything but grief. This was the part I hated about wars. “Please tell me it's a lie… my son cannot be dead,” a woman cried. She was the mother of one of the soldiers who’d lost his life from a gunshot. The healers tried comforting her but she only cried louder. She wasn’t the only one mourning, another soldier sat quietly beside a corpse barely recognizable from the fire burn, tears trailing down his cheeks. I made my way to him. “Who is he?” I questioned, as I took a seat beside him.

"The cursed energy laced in the attacks is interfering with the healing process. It's spreading. Our healers are too drained, and at this rate, we'll lose everyone." "We can still save them," I said, rolling up my sleeves. General Oliver looked at me like I'd risen from the grave again. "After everything, Bonnie... you're still willing to help us?" "Yeah," I said simply. "It'll be easy." I knelt next to the first soldier—barely older than me, with blood running in slow rivulets from his nose and the corners of his mouth. His breathing was ragged, his hands trembling. "You," I said, locking eyes with him. "Stop squirming for a second. Give me your arm."

She leaned ahead on the stool, squinting in the dim lantern light. It used to be the blood of the soldier on the top bunk dripping thru the woven sling onto the soldier in the middle bunk. The middle troopers eyes have been open. He was watching the blood fall on his chest, however he was once injured so badly that he couldnt go away. He didnt make a sound. Not until the trickle of blood grew to become into a stream.

The Soldier was young and in his prime, but blinking away the dazed haze of the strike he had just received and now thoroughly exhausted from weeks of fatigue and heavy fighting, he was easily at his most vulnerable by that point. Barely recovered, he heard the sound of more running from the heretics. He turned and raised, readying for another bayonet fight. Then he heard a sharp snap and whistle of a bullet passing by his head, shortly followed by the crack of a skull being ripped apart by an explosive. He turned to face the disturbance, seeing a huge black-uniformed soldier running up to him, blasting away with his exotic-looking bullpup rifle. The bulky man dropped down into his foxhole a