Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

Athena POV I'm on the battlefield, like, oh my God Knockin' soldiers down like House of Cards I'm a one woman army Yes, I'm a one woman army Let's march tonight The music is still playin' So get up and fight “One woman army” from porcelain black is drifting into my ears, one of my favorite empowerment songs I use to boost myself when I need it most. My head starts to wobble along with the tune, but I stop dead in my tracks when a throbbing pain shoots through my back at the movement. F********ck me.

When I unlocked the screen, I found it flooded with negative news about me. Lucille had gone online and started spreading lies about me, claiming that I was petty, unstable, and a toxic control freak. She even accused me of making up the affair between her and Casper, playing the victim to make it look like I was driving a helpless mother and child into a corner. In the comments, bitter internet trolls fueled by a hatred of the rich launched a massive cyberbullying campaign against me. They attacked me for using my family's wealth to bully a single mother and her child, calling me malicious and jealous.

I fired a response. “Do you always answer a question with a question” “Yes”, I said nonchalantly. “I’m just curious is all. Cannon is a weird last name so I just assumed it’s a nickname given to you when you served or am I wrong?” “I’m good with ammo. Guns, rifles, cannons hence the nickname” It was better than telling her, I had a weird obsession with guns and I fucking liked killing people like bugs. “What was it like? Being a Marine” Shit.

Arrows rained down, finding eyes, throats, hearts, but the things didn't stop, growing even fiercer by the minute. It was going to take a nuclear. One took five shafts through the skull before collapsing, its limbs still twitching toward the walls like a dying worm that had been sprayed with salt. "Fire cannons! Now! Steady⌨️, wait for the wind… now!" Dante's voice was barely recognizable, his vocal cords shredded by the shift as he repeated his command over and over again, the blast of gunpowder and canons making its own dirge. The world exploded in orange and heat as the first cannonball tore through the ranks. Chunks of rotting flesh splattered the courtyard below. A severed wolf head lan

The phrase would be more perfect if fists were used instead of action. The government makes use of the soldiers that join the army. If someone don’t want to be cannon fodder, then they will need to work hard. If they work hard enough, they can become an office or someone of higher rank. If they do, then the roles will be reverse. The leaders of this terrorist organization brainwash the citizens of Camelot with this ideology to recruit new members, in a fake promise for freedom. They would act like a cult. They called themselves the Red Water Legion, as a taunt to the Camelot government. This so-called Red Water Legion took their name from an old terrorist grou

😂 “Writing someone off as cannon fodder, you-you…bwahahaha!!!” Noah felt the need to clarify his words, “I meant, he has that cannon fodder vibe going on. You know, that vibe that makes one want to punch him right after meeting him for the first time? The kind that is good at pulling aggro from the onlookers? The kind that would be the first to die in a horror movie due to his pompous death-seeking overconfidence. The kind that, if they were in a revenge novel, would be the first the main character would get revenge on. The kind–“

In more modern times we called them 'cannon fodder'. "Since you haven't bothered to update your definition of the term masculine in millennia, I can understand you treating men like a boot knife in a gun fight," I explained. "Not at all what you want, but better than dying," I added. "You believe we think so little of you?" Caitlyn asked. "Need I reference all the women who came to my defense when Leona first shot at me? Or where Khalid is? Or what is going to be the fate of every male all of you have bred with over the centuries before now?" I replied.

extra head for Caelyn, I need my break, who the hell is the time keeper here, someone bring him to me. More people came through the back door, looking hefty than the first set of people, now this is half fair, finally someone to play fair with, I hate when rumor reaches my sons that I have been bullying riffraff’s. A total of fifty men, all warrior wolfs and two alphas, the alphas already shifted and that made me feel embarrassed, their wolfs are no wear near small, I will call those things Eny dogs because dogs are small composed to wolf at all.

Frowning, Fane asked, “What do you mean? We’re both informal disciples. What do you mean by cannon fodder?” Wesley sneered and a disdainful look appeared in his eyes. He took a glance at all the newly joined disciples and crassly spoke, “I’m saying that you’re cannon fodder. Don’t you know how you were recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usual recruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking of yourself as informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion? Let me tell you: none of you are qualified to think so.

~ CASPIAN ~ By afternoon, every living soul in my pack is getting ready for war. I'm in the armory, helping Callan ensure the weapons are properly distributed and arranged in order. Bombs. Grenades. Cannons. Wolfsbane gunpowder. Missile systems. Anything that can help defeat the enemy. The warriors around us are gearing up already, some loading more guns and explosives into different giant boxes.