Darkfire Soldier #1 Novels & Stories

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

Every second stretches into an agonizing eternity as we wait for the first weapon to clear the doorway, bracing ourselves for the inevitable, bloody clash in the dark. Instead of a volley of energy fire or a charging line of bayonets, the lead rogue soldier steps into the chamber alone, his hands held high and empty in the air. He is wearing the dark, heavy armor of Blackfang’s elite guard, but the aggressive posture of a conqueror is entirely absent from his frame.

“Because of the beliefs my people hold, many; especially the soldiers hold to religious knowledge. This means that they believe in the folklore of if your eyes remain open once you pass, your soul will be forever trapped within your rotting corpse and you will be unable to find peace in the next life.” “I’ve heard about that, we do something different.” The dark lord claimed, lighting a cigarette before he continued. “Have you ever noticed that my soldiers have dog tags?” Elika thought for a moment, remembering the small metal chains that each of her uncle’s soldiers wore. She nodded slowly, glancing toward Dorian before she spoke; his demonic yellow eyes locked onto her. “Yes, the metal thi

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

I said, confused—I hadn’t made new enemies. Defending myself wasn’t the problem until they drugged me with something they poured on my face. One of the guys used the effect of the drug to capture me. I fought hard, and before I was thrown into the back of the van, I knew I wasn’t the only one bleeding. I woke up in a dark room, my head sagging backward, tied to a chair. “Let me out of here!” I shouted. The lights came on, revealing everyone in black. One man stepped forward, seated in a black suit, puffing smoke from his stick. I didn’t expect to see him so soon. Caspian Blackwood.

Crimson threads glowing like veins of ember, crawling up my arm, across my collarbone, licking at the edges of my vision. One soldier hissed, voice distorted behind the mask. “Blood heir confirmed.” And suddenly, every weapon turned toward me. “No!” Damian’s roar cracked the air. He lunged, cutting a soldier down with one savage strike, but there were too many, too close, their weapons already raised.... Something inside me broke. The fire in my veins snapped loose, exploding outward in a blast I didn’t understand, couldn’t control. The air warped, heat slamming into the chamber like the shockwave of a star going nova.

If the two of them thought that the source of this power was coming from Olympus, then they are badly mistaken. “If you want to live, I suggest you let me out of here. After that you should run.” I said to the one on my right as I gripped the bars of the cage door. “Ares would kill us.” Those were the last words that soldier would ever speak as Ryder’s giant dragon frame dropped from the sky. Opening his giant mouth he released a flame that blanketed the two soldiers. I found myself flinching away, covering my face to prevent my eyes from burning. The heat of the flame almost too much for me to bare. If the soldiers had time to cry, I didn’t hear them. All I could do was watch as their bodie

My wolf howled inside, victorious. Then voices echoed again—closer, louder. Soldiers. I pulled her tight against me. “No more running. We end whoever comes next.” She nodded, gold fire building in her palms. “Together.” The first soldier broke into the cavern, blade high. Fiona’s blast hit him before he even screamed. I tore into the second, claws shredding armor like cloth. The third swung wide, but Fiona’s light wrapped him, searing him until nothing but dust hit the water.

If the two of them thought that the source of this power was coming from Olympus, then they are badly mistaken. “If you want to live, I suggest you let me out of here. After that you should run.” I said to the one on my right as I gripped the bars of the cage door. “Ares would kill us.” Those were the last words that soldier would ever speak as Ryder’s giant dragon frame dropped from the sky. Opening his giant mouth he released a flame that blanketed the two soldiers. I found myself flinching away, covering my face to prevent my eyes from burning. The heat of the flame almost too much for me to bare. If the soldiers had time to cry, I didn’t hear them. All I could do was watch as their bodie

I felt a wave of appreciation and thankfulness, mingled with the lingering sadness of Levine's death. Xavier outmaneuvered the soldier with a final, conclusive strike, disarming him with a smooth flick of his wrist. The soldier's blade clattered to the ground, rendering him powerless in the face of Xavier's power. My vision was obscured by a haze of pain, and the torment I felt was nearly unbearable. My efforts to stay conscious were unsuccessful, and I found myself falling asleep. As my eyes drooped, my final glance was locked on the young Xavier, engaged in a ferocious battle against the unyielding Soldier, whose tenacity appeared insurmountable.