Doomed To Be Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

The commander on the mountain peak, with a swift wave of his hand, unleashed a storm of gunfire and artillery shells. Boom! The deafening roar of cannon fire ripped through the night, the projectiles hurtling toward those down there. "Run!" The people from the base screamed, scrambling in a desperate bid for survival. The shells found their mark, exploding amidst the fleeing crowd. The detonation was followed by a symphony of screams and cries. The place was transformed into a gruesome battlefield, strewn with the dead and the dying. They had never imagined that their fate would be to remain on this forsaken island forever.

It was too late already. "One day is too short for me to gather my men. One day is too short for anything." I muttered, already knowing that I had lost this war even before it started. If King Zach meant what he was saying about this weapon of mass destruction, then we were doomed. We were once again, an object of suffering. Once again, we were going to suffer at the hands of humans and that thought alone infuriated me as it brought back painful memories.

I felt my eyelids lower slightly. And the instant he did, he abruptly stopped talking. The unfinished words disappeared from his lips as though he suddenly realized what he had just said. That place was where society threw away the unwanted. The weak. The injured. The powerless. People who no longer had value to the pack were sent there and forgotten like they were nothing more than burdens waiting to die. Children who lost their parents. Old people abandoned by their own families. The Warriors are too wounded to fight anymore. Women and orphans left to survive on scraps.

The sound of gunfire was a symphony, each shot a note that sang of vengeance and the promise of an end to this senseless war. We fought our way through the labyrinth of corridors, each step bringing us closer to Lorenzo. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and blood, the walls echoing with the cries of the defeated. The compound's defenses were formidable, but our rage was unstoppable. We were fueled by the love for our lost and the need to ensure their futures were free from the shadow of Lorenzo's tyranny.

I settled myself in the coach wondering what to do for the whole day. Another boring day for me. “At this rate, we’ll surely not die in hunger but with boredom.” And I thin Amira is right.

“It was one of Aurelius’s ingenious ideas. Once they explode, the metal turns to shrapnel.” “Ugh, I have an uncle who served in a war,” Katie said. “He got struck by one of those things. Almost killed him.” Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! “CANNONS!” Hassan’s distinctive voice cried. Everyone in the trenches and atop the wall ducked for cover. Two landed near us, and dirt rained down our heads. The other two struck the wall, breaking off several chunks. “I thought guns weren’t allowed anymore?” Alex asked the commander.

I think I am fated to die today in the hands of my wicked aunt. I whimpered in pain, as I fell to the ground clutching the knife stabbed on my chest. I shut my eyes closed tightly, as I embraced my doom. Doom? Doom, I remembered Doom. Will he be able to save me this time again? Or maybe, I guess it's already too late for me. The blood was nonstop dripping from my chest. I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read.

The clash of swords and the thunderous roar of cannons echoed through the battlefield, a symphony of chaos and destruction. Amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope shone through. Our hoe, forged through countless trials and tribulations, proved to be our greatest strength. We stood shoulder to shoulder, a formidable force against the relentless onslaught of our enemies. Bound by a common purpose, we fought with hope and love, our hearts aflame with the desire to protect what we held dear. In the face of adversity, we found solace in each other's unwavering resolve.

I don't like to see myself in the mirror anymore and I don't even have the strength to stand up from the bed except for taking baths. I am a living corpse with no life inside and neither I have hope that anyone will come and save me. I guess I am the least favorite child of the moon goddess and this is the reason that she is letting me be ruined by this brutal alpha "Then kill me alpha, because my body is useless to you now. I am only a liability that needs to be died now" I said to him with no life inside me. He looks at me with murderous eyes first, and then he smirked like planning something brutal for me,

“Giovanni’s men torched the warehouses. We barely got out with the ammo.” I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached. “Then we take theirs. Burn them down to ash.” Jax didn’t flinch. He knew the cost. Like hell! We all did. I turned, scanning the men gathered behind me. Veterans of blood and smoke, loyal enough to die on command. Because when a war like this erupted, you didn’t sit back—you bled until one side collapsed. And I would not be the one collapsing to Giovanni. He would definitely bow to me when we are done with this.