Doomed To Be Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

“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.

Scar POV Every forced breath suffocated me with the odor of failure that hung heavy in the air. My soldiers' remains were scattered over the area, their once-mighty bodies reduced to little more than frayed husks. How? The question sparked my remaining sanity like a brand. How could we have sunk so low, driven to such a pitiful condition by the miserable pack we had set out to destroy? An all-consuming fire that had driven me to do everything for innumerable moons, hatred threatened to eat me from the inside out. I spat a globule of poisoned blood on the ground, my disfigured body yelling in protest at every little motion.

Cup after cup of water disappeared down his throat, an unconscious attempt to quell the burning anxiety that consumed him. As the minutes stretched into an eternity, Taylor found himself questioning the essence of defeat. "Is this what it feels like to be screwed?" he whispered to the turbulent recesses of his mind. The weight of impending doom settled upon him like a shroud, and he acknowledged the harsh reality that lay before them. "Oh no, we're utterly screwed," he muttered, his voice filled with a mixture of resignation and despair.

"You're burning the candle at both ends." She decides to finish the burrito before answering. As she fills another, she gives her opinion. "Kettle meet pot. Pot meet kettle. If you've forgotten, we're at war." Her eyes burn when she adds, "Hellhounds are killing humans, the U.S. Federation is commandeering humans against their will, and the world could come to a complete end at any moment. If I've left something out, please correct me." She waits a beat, but I remain quiet. "If humans have any chance at all, they need to be able to fight and kill hellhounds regardless of age. That child saw her father torn apart. If all she can think about is killing hellhounds, she should at least be good a

My dad was a big teddy bear while my mom was the real deal. "And why would you think it was fun to do that?" My mom asked them as she sipped her morning tea. The teenagers kept quiet until one of them decided to mouth off. "It was meant to be an harmless prank. We have been playing pranks on them for years." " Your prank injured people and the royal pack won't be at fault if they want to retaliate". " It wasn't supposed to get that bad,those stupid omegas just decided to show up" The words were out of his mouth before he could process them, and I saw the look of fear in his eyes when he realized what he said.

“I have your mark, I’m carrying your baby, if you try…you can love me. Jeo, you barely touch me anymore, you haven’t kissed me, haven’t hugged me…I feel abandoned. Stop this now, please.” Jeo’s eyes twitched as she stopped in front of him, resting her forehead against his chest. “I’m wrong, forgive me just this once…please.” “No…” Jeo stepped back, pushing her from against him. “Stop acting like a saint, stop pretendi~” Jeo looked at the door when someone banged it loudly; Cannon, it was his scent. “Come in.” The door slammed open, and Cannon rushed inside, breathing hard. “The farm…it is being burnt down.”

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

We were left in the middle being pulled down by two different horns, adding to the starvation and disease firing heavily into our skins. They called us “Survivors” but we had been long dead, all we had to do was see the sun shine, the darkness erupt the sky each day we fled from different groups. To our own people, the defendants: we were saboteurs and to our state, we were cankerworms that needed to be on extinction. The futility of war – we never comprehend the meaning of destroying lives just for petty favors, killing just because we feel that we have the right to do so.

he bowed mercilessly before being carried away. Fire lit the streets and the pavement iced with mud. It was a battleground of dead bodies and the lingering spurts of their elders. Bloodied corpses lay scattered among us, but we were not phased by it. It was becoming quite normal for us perhaps. "LOOKOUT!" we heard called from the rooftop as a fired cannon launched directly toward us. "WHAT THE-?" I started to say before arrows lit with fire came plummeting toward us killing the wounded warrior on the first impact.

Doom is the path you have already been heading to right from the moment you set on this track. “We need more time to…” “Time isn’t a luxury anymore,” I barked. “By sunrise, we kill those who try to come for my throne,” The room went still. I had declared war. I scanned around the room, looking at the faces of the men who wouldn’t return. “Say goodbye to your home. We leave tonight,” Kane’s breath hitched. His eyes flickered towards the stone with confusion in them. This was the final piece. The last move on the chess board.