Heartless Soldier Novels & Stories

"Voss said, '' Commander Maui and I had the chance to collect some hearts for you guys. As you know this is huge for us because we haven't received hearts in a while. This is a good way for us to level up our physical ability and grimoires. ''Voss said, Everyone was excited that they were getting new hearts the soldiers cheering and talking among themselves saying things like that about time and what took so long. "The soldier said, '' Listen here the bad news, I only have Ten hearts to give out me and Maui have carefully selected those who will receive a heart. When I call your name please move forwards so that I can give you a heart the rest will be dismissed .''Voss said,

For him, it was part of achieving the great success he wanted to have. Remorse was invisible in his heart. Over the period of time, he managed to learn the art of being heartless as that was the only way he could attain advantages . . . power. He killed all the sympathy he used to have to become the person that he wanted to be. So far, he was not feeling any regret. In fact, he felt the other way around. His lips curled up into a broad smile, envisioning how the people he punished would suffer later on. He found entertainment in making people suffer . . . especially if it involved his greatest enemy. His brother. Ethan fucking Steinfield.

“Harrion has given you the power to destroy those who stand against us. The Soulbane Drug strengthens you, and the Bloodstone Amulet binds you. There is nothing you cannot conquer!” The soldiers did not cheer, did not respond with the roar of morale that a typical army would. Instead, they merely continued their movements, mindless in their execution. The cold, blank look in their eyes was more unsettling than any cry of battle hardened warriors. These were not men and women fighting for a cause — they were weapons, finely sharpened and ready to strike without question. They had become like programmed robots, and automized machines, ready to attack, ready to kill.

My palms were hot and damp, even with the blistering cold blowing through the trees. I tightened them to fists, taking a step forward and pausing to glance around the darkness. My body still ached from the war but I ground my teeth to forge ahead. I would die with my sword plunged through my chest before I would admit it, but I was terrified. Forgetting shit like some lard who’d been shot in the head…hell…it just wasn't me. I was an elite Infinity soldier, damn it. Not some botched half-brained lobotomy dimwit who couldn't even remember his shifts or kills.

I yelled my heart out to the heartless soldier. " Terry! Calm down! Or you're going to tip the boat!" Manor pleaded to me. " I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Ok? It's just that Misaki created them to be cannon fodder. I know no one wants to die but it's inevitable!" The soldier apologized but in a demeaning way. " Inevitable? Inevitable!" I screamed. " Troublemaker! Quit causing trouble!"

I wanted to scream that she was wrong, but a dark, quiet part of my mind couldn't help but agree. Because of my presence here, the world was about to burn. Hailey saw the tears welling in my eyes and her smirk widened. She knew she had hit a nerve. She paced around the room like a predator circling its prey, her burnt clothes fluttering as she moved. "Think about it, Lilith," she whispered, her voice dropping to a cold, venomous tone. "Every soldier you saw out that window has a mother. Some have wives. Some have pups waiting for them to come home and tell them a bedtime story. But they won’t be telling any stories tomorrow. They’ll be bleeding out in the dirt because you’re too selfish to f

And being the reasonably logical man that I was, I stuffed that can of worms deep down and refused to speak about it As I locked the door Tyrese and one of The Isley Brothers extolled the virtues of having a girl who loved them. Why the fuck did Tyrese ever think it was a good idea to team up with Tank and Ginuwine? Something small and soft touched my forearm and I barely resisted the urge to jump a mile and scream like a banshee, because what the fuck!! Looking down, I saw a hand. Long, slender fingers with bright coral nail polish, that contrasted sharply against smooth mahogany skin. I followed an arm covered by a red puffer jacket to a face with big chocolate brown eyes, stretched wide a

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

He hadn’t stopped the heart. He hadn’t warned anyone. And now the army rose into war with a ticking god sealed inside the weapon they called hope. Marcus clenched his fists. Somewhere deep inside him, the Heart stirred. Pleased. Patient. Hungry. Ready to feed off of war.

A scream tore from my throat as his sword pierced my chest, slicing through my armor, missing my heart by a hair's breadth. I crumpled, my knees slamming into the ground. I pressed a hand to my chest, the blood flowing past my fingers. Gods, I was losing blood fast. I raised my head as the soldier prepared for the final blow and looked him directly in his eyes. "Weak," he snarled before bringing his sword down. I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. But there was no fear, no shock, no sadness. Nothing. They say your life flashes before your eyes, but I saw only darkness. I waited, but the blow never came. Opening my eyes, I saw Aric battling the soldier, his strikes swift and deadly.