Depressed Soldier Novels & Stories

In my third year after joining the werewolf guard, I single-handedly cut off the rogues' supply line during a raid. For my actions, the chairman of the werewolf council awarded me a Silver Moon Insignia and granted me the right to live in a four-bedroom penthouse apartment at Moonshadow Estate. Mom once told me that if we ever moved into a bigger home, she would give me a bedroom that belonged to me alone. On the night all the furniture was moved in, I searched every one of the four bedrooms, but there wasn't the slightest trace of me in any of them. The master bedroom belonged to my parents. My older sister, Kalista, had taken the sunniest south-facing suite. My younger brother, Keane,

C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E ~ Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.

“Are you trying to say I'm deaf? Or I don't know what I'm saying? You f*cking shut the door with all the force in the world and you're denying it! Are you freaking insane?“ The soldier looked a little frightened and flustered as he crashed to the ground and begged the Don for mercy. “I'm sorry, Don. I'll never repeat my actions.“ “Yes, you wouldn't—you wouldn't be able to because you'd be dead before you get the chance to do so.“ His eyes widened, and his hands started to shake slightly. “What—” Don Miller put a bullet in the middle of his head before he could finish his sentence, and he watched him fall completely to the ground. “Motherf*cking assholes!“ he said, tucking his gun back into h

Week after week, amidst the clashes and battles we engaged in, a strange pattern had begun to emerge—one that gnawed at the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored. At first, I dismissed it as exhaustion, the natural wear and tear of war weighing on the soldiers. However, as time passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I had noticed peculiar behaviour among the soldiers stationed in the East camp. At the beginning of our confrontations, many of them appeared sluggish, their movements uncoordinated, their reflexes dulled as if they were wading through thick fog. Some struggled to keep their eyes open, constantly blinking away an unusual drowsiness that seemed to take hold

I yelled, sprinting toward the first soldier who cleared the inner threshold. The soldier turned toward me. His face was a mask of scar tissue and titanium implants. His eyes were not silver or violet; they were a dull, dead grey, fixed on me with a terrifying lack of recognition. He didn't see a woman or a doctor. He saw an obstacle in a path of pre-programmed coordinates.

"It's going well, it's just that it looks like the sky looks cloudy. But now it's clear, I thought it was going to rain. So, since when did you start smoking again?" "Today!" "So, how are you?" "As you can see! my feet and head are bandaged and my feet are not able to walk normally yet. Why? you want to force me return to duty right away, do you think?" "Hahaha ... I think all the soldiers miss you a lot. Ever since you guys left, everyone has become very nervous. Can't imagine what the death of Lithonia's greatest soldier would be. But it turns out you really showed that you wouldn't die that easily!"

Beta Company, Southern Flank, The Creek Bed- "Manny, where the hell are you?" the young soldier grunted under his breath. His long-time friend and comrade-in-arms had sped off to the munitions dump for spare charge-packs and ammo-mags. Throne knows where he was now, almost everyone in his squad was running low. Whatever they had left wouldn't last long. The sarge had ordered everyone on single-shot. Full auto would only waste precious ammo. Manny should have been back by now. The soldier hoped he would be back soon or he would run dry, the heretics where showing none of the restraint or hesitation they had around the Terminal and command centre. He had three magazines left, and the enemy was

I ask as I try to look around for any sign of Tessa, as if I can see the other vehicles through the van I'm currently in. They remain silent for a long while. All I see are men staring at me like they pity what's going to be my outcome as their bodies move from left to right because of the movements of the car. One of the soldiers smiles at me in an odd way. “You're still worried about a girl? You don't know how this thing goes, right? You're as good as dead meat. You should be worried about yourself.” His face becomes firmer the more he speaks. I don't know how bad things are going to get, honestly, but I know the only thing that will give me the chance to even overcome this moment is if Te

The ship was empty. There were no beds. There were no doctor coats. There were hundreds of small glass jars, on shelves. Inside each jar was a glowing spark of light. Where is the medicine? June turned to the soldier. He did not say a word. He was staring at his hands. His skin was turning the white color as Director Vanes suit. I am sorry June the soldier whispered softly. What did you do? June took a step back. Her heart was beating fast. The Investors did not come to help the people the soldier said. His voice sounded empty.

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I