Hidden Soldier Novel Novels & Stories

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

"Kettle~ Pfft." "What did you say, you ass?!" Kleaton shouted, picking up the unconscious - almost dead- man below him and throwing the body to the person beside Aiden. "Holy shit!" Hugo dodged, running to Keir and clinging on his back. "It was Aiden, you ho-hum petty person!" He punches the air as he yells. "Have some respect for the dead man, bro!" Aiden whistles, nudging the insensible man with his black boots nonchalantly.

If the Council ever tried to bind my hands after this display, they'd be in for an unfortunate surprise. The more I spoke, the more the already rickety shelves shook and vibrated. Keeping my composure at the sight of the heads already bouncing around their jars and smacking into the glass, I changed the pitch of my words. Smoke spilled into each transparent prison, thick and coloured bright crimson. I didn't stop until each jar was filled to the brim with cloying plumes of fog. It wasn't long before the shouting and screaming arose. "What have you done to us?"

Still, he waved it off and ordered, "Empty the drawer!" The security guards tore through my belongings. In the next second, the teddy bear hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just like the five years we had spent together, it was now broken and beyond repair. They rummaged through everything I had but found nothing. All of a sudden, Beatrice exclaimed, "I found it!" She dug through the pile of clutter and pulled the necklace from a narrow gap. "How did it end up here?" Declan glanced at me, his face unreadable. Without warning, he slapped me hard. "Scarlett Fletcher, what do you have to say for yourself? Apologize to Beatrice now!"

It was already late in the night and rain had stopped hours ago, but the air still felt soaked, thick with the weight of what I hadn’t said out loud in days. The apartment was small and temporary with bare walls, peeling paint, a mattress that makes sounds when I turned in my sleep. It wasn’t home, it was a pause between two wars. My name wasn’t Ava here. i buried that name under forged papers and cold silence but as we know some names don’t stay dead for long.

She clapped her hands. In an instant, armed officers surrounded the perimeter. At the sight of them, Johnny's face went pale. He lunged to grab Maeve and use her as a hostage. But Maeve drove a dagger into his stomach and scrambled away to safety. I let out a breath of relief. Just as Johnny was being subdued, he suddenly broke free, pulled out a gun, and fired a shot at me. Amid the screams, I threw myself in front of Maeve—but her chest was already blooming with blood.

The guests heard her voice, and the whispers grew louder. "She's too bold, running from her own wedding!" "Blessed with good fortune and doesn't appreciate it." "The Castillo family won't let this go." I turned and stepped into the elevator. Victoria thought I was playing hard to get, her expression growing more smug. "Miss Aria, you can still back out." But I couldn't help but smile. "And what if I choose to leave?" These people had no idea my real last name was Vanguard. It was Grandpa's way of protecting me, having me listed under the Vincent family.

Neither the girl nor Kayden registered any awareness of their company at all. Grabbing the little folded square of paper, the soldier turned and fled. His pal followed close behind, and this time they didn’t stop until they reached their bunk, where they slipped into the crowd of soldiers and tried to play it cool, like they’d been there taking a break with the others all afternoon. The soldier kept the letter hidden in his pocket until he was sure he was alone. Only then did he unfold it and begin to study the words on the page. Here he had already been thinking that this was a lucky day.

A pebble suddenly rolled down the slope beside us. Every muscle in my body tightened. One of our youngest soldiers had shifted his footing. The stone bounced once. Twice. Then disappeared over the edge. Several enemy soldiers stopped. One pointed. My heart lurched. They stared toward our hiding place. Seconds stretched painfully. One man stepped closer. Another raised his torch. The light crept across the rocks. Closer. Closer. I tightened my grip around my sword. Not yet. Please... The soldier frowned before shaking his head.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.