Doomed To Be Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

In the darkness of the docks, amid the screams and the clamor of battle, I was ready to end this once and for all. And so, with one last defiant shout, I advanced into the fray, every step a promise that we would reclaim our future. The night belonged to the fighters, and I was ready to fight until the very end. --- With one last defiant shout echoing in the cold night, I surged forward into the heart of the fray. Every step felt weighted with resolve, each footfall a promise to reclaim everything we’d lost. The docks roared with chaos: bullets whizzed past, shouts of rage and pain meshed with the acrid stench of burning oil, and the ground itself trembled with the ferocity of battle. Amid t

Hollow. "My subjects?" He repeated the words like they amused him. "They're useless. Every one of them. The old woman can't hunt, can't fight, can't produce future Gammas. The cripple is a drain on resources I could use for real warriors. The girl is barely trained, barely worth the food she eats." He tilted his head, studying me like a specimen. "They're useless. Just like you." The word hit harder than I expected. Useless. The same word I'd heard my whole life, whispered behind hands, muttered at pack gatherings, spoken aloud by my own father when he thought I couldn't hear.

"Why can't I say it? Just hearing it already tears you apart, eh? What about me, the one who lived it? Do you think I don't feel the pain? "Noah, it hurts so much… It really hurts!" Nemera wept bitterly, but inside, I could feel that she was utterly calm. Noah cradled her carefully, whispering, "Sadie, I'll avenge you. I swear I will." Nemera buried her face in his chest, her tearful eyes looking up at him. "I lost my mother, my father, and my child… I may have even lost the chance to ever be a mother again.

It was disgusting but it made me feel good in a way I hated. A moan forced itself out and he chewed my firm but succulent lips, locating my hole with his fingers. The room had no windows, no beds, and no furniture… it was practically empty. Except for a long wooden box at the far end. Cannon went up to the box and sat on it, folding his hands and legs as he examined me. I was a fool to think Cannon would help. He was as horrible as his brothers. “Take the first f*ck. I’ll be waiting for the next,” he said.

"If you fire those cannons, you destroy the 'Source' forever! You’ll kill the technology that keeps the Spires running! You’ll send Lagos back to the Stone Age! You’ll be a queen of ashes!" "Good!" I shouted back, my voice rattling the very frame of the ship. "The Stone Age didn't have auction blocks! It didn't have clone factories where girls are raised like livestock! If we have to build a new world out of the rubble, at least the rubble will belong to us, not you!"

Haul 'em with. "But their ends weren't zilch. Weren't tossed. Weren't just sad. Dropped shielding hundreds. Dropped halting threat that'd eat us. Dropped as fighters. As champs. As tales for ages. And that counts. That means. That hands weight to loss that'd crush else." She turned. Eyed kin. Grieving pairs and folks and kids.

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

My body froze in place after being slapped hard by reality. That's right, Mom was dead. Flashback on The sky was overcast, filled with darkness that enveloped the battlefield. I felt my heartbeat quicken as the scent of blood and gunpowder smoke wafted into my nose. My body was trembling, but I clung to my sharp nails, ready to fight for the defense of glory. DOR! DOR! DOR! No enemy is defeated with just a few bullets from a rifle. The warriors with those rifles can only slow them down and buy time. The rifles would not be able to annihilate them.

that is what he said, as he dragged me by the arm. I had signed my soul to the devil, as I got shoved into his black SUV and driven out of the neighborhood I've called home all my eighteen years of living. Three hours later we were riding through black steel gates, the fencing dangerously high with bobwires. Let's just say the experience I had eleven years ago was traumatic. We…I was stripped off all dignity and rewired into a pawn that served the government of Germany.

This was a common strategy for many Abnormal tribes, gather prisoners, usually sentenced to die, put them in squads, then send them into situations where death was all but guaranteed. “ Fodder Corps!” The tribes gleefully called them. There would be no rewards for exceptional service shown in battle awaiting them, should any one of them survive. In a way, I hope I'm one of the many who won't live to see tonight’s moon. I grow weary of senseless killing.