Harry Potter Soldier Fanfic Novels & Stories

One of the soldier’s asked “Yes, she's my woman” He replied happily, smiling widely at Fei. Desire was applying the only herbs they had left on the final wounded soldier when someone made a loud sound, getting the attention of everyone. Once she turned, she realized it was Sylvester, he looked tired, worn out and as if he could pass out any moment from then. His beard had grown so much and he looked different from before. His eyes met hers as he cleared his throat and he smiled at her.

Someone was desperately calling from a distance, approaching the royal training ground. Hearing someone faintlessly calling for him the soldier who just lost the match, stood up from the ground and another soldier hurriedly came to help remove his helmet and breastplate. His long hair tied up in a net ponytail rolled neatly to his back, as he turned to face the approaching young led. “ Prince Authur ”

I blocked all of the heat with my sword, gave them kicks on their faces, on your stomach, on their ribs and even in their balls as long as this would give me more grounds to fight. The battle raged on around us, but I was oblivious to it all. This was between me and Hermoine. I felt a searing pain in my shoulder as her claws sliced through my flesh, but I ignored it, channeling my anger into my next blow. The way she was fighting. I could tell that she was strange. Her brothers did a good job or maybe her father did. I do not know which one but she held the sword with so much partnership. While I was busy fighting with all of these men, my eyes ruined the entire place in search of that basta

If Fenrath soldiers are this far south, they’re not just patrolling. They’re searching. And they’ve found me. I meet the gaze of the Fenrath soldier closest to me. His eyes are sharp despite the blood at his temple. There's something familiar in them. Something that makes my wolf stir and growl deep inside me. My body locks. My jaw tightens. I know him. “Help me get them inside,” Arthur snaps, interrupting my thoughts. His eyes are sharp, suspicious. But there’s no time for questions. I nod, slipping beneath one of the soldiers, throwing his arm over my shoulders. He groans but doesn’t resist.

He yearns to become the strongest Seeker in the future. So after seeing these people, his excitement hit the peak. Some people and even soldiers around shouted and whispered in loud voices. "Look, that's Pyro of the Red Dragon Party right?" One of the soldiers whispered to the person beside him, in a slightly loud voice. "Right, it's him, no doubt!" Answered by the second soldier in an excited tone. "Woah, look at his armor... So cool!" Said by the other soldier. The person they called Pyro was wearing a red crystal-like armor with the carvings of dragon scales.

He gulped and closed his eyes as if finally making a decision, he opened his eyes and his green eyes shone and he replied, “I want to join the pack soldiers. I can fight and I can protect the castle. I want to fight for the kingdom,” My heart skipped a beat as I heard him say those words, “Soldiers or guards..?” I asked to be sure and he moved closer to me this time. “Soldier, I want to be a soldier, my queen,” I gulped, why not guards? I can easily make that happen and I can also station him beside my room but soldiers? Why? What if there is a war and he has to go and fight and he doesn't return?

“Tell me.” “He came out of the dark,” the soldier whispered. “Faster than my eyes could follow. We didn’t even draw our blades. He didn’t kill me. He just… looked at me.” Torin frowned. “Looked at you?” The soldier nodded. “Like he was deciding something.” “What something?” Sienna asked. The soldier’s eyes filled with tears. “Whether I deserved to die.” Sienna swallowed. “And why didn’t he kill you?” The soldier sobbed. “Because I said your name.”

A pair of Oakwood warriors emerged from the shadows, their weapons glinting in the faint light. I stepped forward, my claws extending. “You’re in the wrong place tonight,” I said coldly. The fight was quick and brutal. I ducked under the first warrior’s swing, slashing upward with my claws. The second came at me with a blade, but I twisted out of his reach, delivering a powerful kick that sent him sprawling. “Perimeter secure,” Axel said, jogging over to my side. Before I could respond, the first explosion rocked the ground, flames erupting from the depot. Shouts and screams filled the air as Oakwood’s camp descended into chaos.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

he replies tossing me my key "I needed to make sure you kept indoors" "You had my Keys!" He sure knows how to work my nerves "You are so gonna get into trouble if you keep Wondering aimlessly" "I have an aim" I let him walk past me, His eyes roaming a little too long on my body. I tighten the holds on nighties, doing my best to keep my distance from him. "You ought to be the one watching over me. Not making me worry about you" "It's my believe you would be a good girl" "My dad doesn't like Military people"