Harry Potter Soldier Fanfic Novels & Stories

The soldier, who was looking for a paper to write the letter on, was surprised to hear the King wanted to know his name. “Um.. Well, Flutter, sir. Though friends call me Flu” he immediately regretted his second sentence. His King can’t be his friend. “Flutter. No wonder you flush easily” Gerard remembered the earlier experience when the boy blushed as he came close. The soldier looked down, fondling the paper, flushing visibly. “Well, Flutter, write. Make it short: My mother, controlled by the dark energy is coming for your pack. Incapacitate her and return her unharmed”.

I just nodded and smiled. “You know I love you, right?” He added, his words almost sounding sincere. I nodded and smiled again. That was the only thing I could do at that moment. “Alpha King.” One of the soldiers suddenly appeared before us and bowed. “Yes?” He said, immediately, raising his brow at the soldier. The soldier glanced at me, before returning his gaze at my father. Whatever the Soldier had to say, I was sure he didn’t want me to hear as he resorted to mind-linking him.

“It’s not enough, Damon. I can’t just sit back and let others fight this battle for me.” “This isn’t just a battle,” Damon said, his voice rising. “This is a war. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up being the one who loses it all.” --- Before Hazel could respond, the doors to the chamber opened, and a soldier entered, dragging a hooded figure behind him. Damon straightened, his expression hardening as he stepped forward. “Who is this?” he demanded. “A spy,” the soldier replied, yanking the hood back to reveal a man with sharp features and defiant eyes. “We caught him near the stables, trying to escape.”

I smiled “I hear you are not interested in talking. I thought maybe I could change your mind.” He laughed “that asshole and his sister already tried to break me, I won’t say a word.” I had my suspicion who was targeting me and I hoped I could get the soldier to confirm it. He had showed me his tell when I came in, I just had to study his face for any signs. “That’s too bad, I was really hoping you would confirm what that rogue has been saying. She has been extremely helpful.” The soldier looked at me with disgust “that bitch is full of shit.”

Defeated, he sighed and finally said, “You are so stubborn, woman! I never thought it was possible. Well, if you’re sure you can do it, then pay attention…” _________________ At that same time, outside the southern royal pack, an angry Harry watched his warriors perish at the hands of the queen’s royal guard and Bennett’s warriors. One by one, the soldiers fell with their jugular shattered. According to his calculations, this would be a mere formality, but he did not count on them having the queen’s guard on their side. He believed they had died along with Clarissa. With every movement of his wolves, and display of his power, he was reminded why the guard was so important. Not even the coven

I hiss as the silk burns my skin at the impact of the scorching heat. My eyes scan through the set of soldiers - heads high, all mighty, aware of the strength they hold against me. Oh! So foolish, cause they always underestimate me. I see a soldier slide his helmet off his head, a grin playing on his lips, taunt in his eyes - mocking me. I would love to wipe the grin away. I stretch my hand pointing the sword against his chin, a signal to fight me.

A huge smile formed in my lips as I heard the series of calls from very familiar voices of two badass females I knew – Fae and Stella. Their voices mized with chaotic sounds of banging, screams, and heavy footsteps. Fury radiated over Luke and he looked back at the men behind him. “What is happening there?” One of the soldier shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. “I don’t know, Sir Luke.” “Well, look outside then, moron!” he angrily screamed. But just as his soldier were about to leave the room, a soldier who looked pretty beaten up with busted lips and deep claw marks on his arms, stumbled inside the room.

The fear vanished, swallowed entirely by the monstrous entity that had awakened at the bottom of the pit. My eyes narrowed, mirroring his, my pupils hardening. "I hate them," I whispered, the words carrying a dark weight. "I want to watch them burn." The soldier stared at me for one heartbeat, before a slow, dark smile spread across his rugged face. He released his grip on my chin, stepping back a bit, his low, satisfied laughter echoing against the wooden walls. "Perfect," he murmured, picking up his mortar and pestle once more. "That's all I need to know.”

Sometimes they get up and come back to fight again, and sometimes they don’t. We’ve been fighting for awhile when I hear Hyacinth scream. I turn and see that Buppig is fighting against a solider, using only a knife. The soldier has him down and Hyacinth is beating on him. I can’t get to him, I’m fighting ten of my own soldiers, Dominic right beside me taking on at least 10 on his own. Tialha’s water is running thin and the trolls are getting attacked by multiple soldiers who are stabbing them with swords, blood running down their bodies.