Novel & Cerita Doomed To Be Cannon Fodder

I'm not proud of that, but I'm really glad that he's not as angry as he was before. Cassandra had told me of his temper, and I'd foolishly almost pushed him right over the edge. I insulted everything he lived for. The barbarians are a life of crime. They are born of blood and death, sacrifice and fault. I stand as he opens the door to the hallway. I follow him outside, hearing the bustle of soldiers in red cloths and blood acting as body paint rush down the hallway with spears, knives and khopesh swords in their hands.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

With every passing moment, more of their men fell, their ranks thinning with each exchange of gunfire. "We can't hold them off much longer, boss," Camren said, his voice strained with exhaustion. It's evident Chris has more enemies who're all ready to see his downfall. Chris gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with determination. "Then we'll go down fighting." And with that, they charged into the fray, guns blazing as they fought tooth and nail against their enemies. But in the end, it was not enough. Surrounded on all sides, outnumbered and outgunned, they fell beneath a hail of bullets, their bodies lying still amidst the chaos of battle.

Unconsciously my body shaking, I shook my head. “They will be sent to the battlefield and join the number one army, where the leaders of the war gather. They will be pawns, pawns, and sacrifices. When participating in the battle, ten people in the first army, at most only one survived but was paralyzed for life.” Diana glanced at me emotionlessly. Her words sounded gentle, but for some reason, I felt like sharp blades continuously cutting through my body. With a hunch that something terrible was going to happen, I heard my voice tremble. “Why are you telling me these problems?”

They had seen some of their comrades turn to a heap of sand. Where their comrades once stood was a heap of sand. Their dark leather armor that clung to their body like a second skin when they got soaked with perspiration was now around a dune. They were petrified as gasps of horror filled the air. Who would be the next to become a heap of sand? Why was this happening?

It had nothing to do with wanting the stupid male. He was wrong, it had everything to do with wanting his omega, and he shouldn’t have ever been ashamed or adverse to the idea. Honestly, Lexus had fallen victim to the teaching he’d heard again and again as a youngling. Male omegas were rut aids, barren wombs to fuck and knot without consequences. Blood bitches good for the endorphin high and decent bartering tools to loan out for favors of trade. Unworthy creatures for mating and bonding, a flaw of their race.

**Morale Hits an All-Time Low** The pack's den, once a vibrant sanctuary echoing with laughter and camaraderie, was now steeped in a suffocating silence that enveloped it like a heavy fog. The very air felt thick with despair, a tangible force that pressed down on the remaining members, who were all too aware of the affliction that had swept through their midst with ruthless efficiency. Sickness had infiltrated their ranks, leaving behind a calamitous trail of anguish and suffering that numbed the hearts of the strong who clung desperately to the vestiges of hope.

News of the bodies floating in Blumedale's reeking drainage canal reached both the Goldings and the Haywoods within hours. "The first few were just appetizers. If they die, so be it—cannon fodder at best," Elon said coldly. "Andrew, you might have some skills, but you haven't seen my real trump card yet." Elon's pudgy face darkened with a sinister grin. He had not expected those initial mercs to succeed anyway—they were nothing but disposable thugs, and their deaths did not faze him one bit.

"Your words may tug at my heart, but they cannot change the course of our mission. You are a casualty of war, nothing more." As the heavy door slammed shut, leaving me once again enveloped in darkness, I crumbled to the floor, tears flowing freely. The weight of impending doom pressed down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. In that moment of despair, I clung to the flickering ember of hope, praying that somehow, against all odds, I would find a way to survive and reunite with the family I held so dear.

I exhale, the weight of it sinking deeper with every clang of metal, every howl that echoes too close. “How do you feel?” I ask him. He glances at the horizon. “The same way you feel when you don’t know what tomorrow holds.” He breathes That’s deeper than it sounds,” I say, eyes tracing the endless preparation around us. “We’re the most pathetic right now, Caelorn… standing on the edge of something we might not survive.” “If anything goes wrong, we’ll lose this land too,” Caelorn breathes, his voice rough with truth. “We won’t lose it,” I tell him, meeting his eyes. “Trust me.”