Broken Soldier Novels & Stories

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

“Your memory. Your blood. Your pain thresholds. He believed grief could be harnessed, engineered into something… useful. He wanted to know if a child could be broken and rebuilt stronger. A soldier forged out of suffering.” The night pressed against me, heavy and suffocating. “And I was the proof. And you let him do that to me, you let him into my head.” Her hand shot out, gripping mine desperately. “No. You were the one thing he failed to control. You fought even then, Sky. You never broke. That’s why you’re still here. Besides, I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t lose you. Not after i just lost a child, i couldn’t afford to lose another one.” She wailed.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

"Well, kind of. He runs a virtual reality enterprise, quite large. Part of what gave him the initiative to be able to do all this. Though, he had always told me he just knew how to." "And what's the essence of making these structures? All I see are complex fabrications." "It began from his need to construct an EEG machine that could bring back his memory. He suffered amnesia some years ago." "Oh, really? What caused it?" "He really can't tell. He had tried and failed with his devices alot of times, so he just had to drop that and venture into other things -- EMPs, holograms, exotic experiments, etc." "Interesting. I guess he was the one that made the Dream-Cold watch then."

“What the hell happened to my baby?” The doctors came to the room and injected some sedative to calm me down. The next time I woke up Claire was still by my side and was talking to the doctor. They explained what happened. I had a miscarriage due to the accident. The jeep that I was driving was pushed over a cliff by a truck. They said that it was a miracle that I survived. I had a dislocated arm, a few broken ribs and a pneumothorax. My ribs punctured my lungs and it was nothing serious. “Roxy, stop crying. You are alive, this is a miracle. Who the hell fell off a cliff due to a car accident and survived?” Claire stated cheering me up.

If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price. She fell on the tripped on a street light pole and fell on the ground. The pain was even more pathetic, more real and it pierced through like a sharp knife. His words of consolation barely some hours before the explosion kept flashing on her head. “I will protect you, Denise” it echoed. Denise let the tears flow like rainfall. Moreover, she could hold in no longer.

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

"Feels like you enjoyed it." I looked at her. "We are both hurt. I don’t think you want to do this." Serious now. The beast fought, screaming to take her anyway. To ravish until she broke. But she was fragile. Bruised. I would not be the one to shatter her tonight. "The scars?" I took a gulp of vodka. The burn down my throat helped. Grounded me. "I used to be in the army. Marine. Shit happens." The memories flashed—blood, screams, the beast born in war.

“I know it seems unbelievable, but whatever was in that bottle worked wonders. I’m not just standing; I feel almost completely healed.” The soldier held out a small bag, the tantalizing aroma of fresh bread and cooked meat wafting through the room. “I brought this as a thank you. It’s not much, but I wanted to show my appreciation.” He once again nodded, with another grateful smile, turned, and walked away. Lucian stood frozen in the doorway, the paper bag of breakfast still clutched in his hands. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the miraculous recovery of their injured comrade. The early morning light spilled into the room, casting a surreal glow over the scene.