Hidden Soldier Novel Novels & Stories

Once he had entered the inner part of the residence, Steven looked around and began searching for the soldier Frisco had mentioned. He opened the rooms one by one and was surprised to find one that was occupied by a soldier. The soldier was sleeping on his side, so Steven couldn’t immediately recognize him. Carrying a short knife and moving with the utmost stealth, Steven crept toward the man’s bed. With a lightning-fast movement, he lunged to attack the man. But, unfortunately, his knife was blocked by the soldier, who turned out to be just as skilled as he was. The soldier even managed to wrestle the knife from Steven’s hand and fling it haphazardly aside.

Father keeps on shouting as if they were in a hurry… The writing was done there, he believed it was disrupted. What happened next? Ciaran turn the next page, it was the day of the war but the writing was too short and the penmanship seemed to be shaky, it says. It was done, Jihilya was done. My sister and I were hiding behind this huge empty barrel hoping the enemies cannot see us in the dark. I saw mother, she was running towards us while striking her sword at the enemies on her way. She was brave.

Walking the same ground where he had rebuilt something out of nothing after her father destroyed the first thing he ever loved. He pushed back from the table and stood. The vow he'd made at the graves hadn't changed. It never would. He was just giving himself a closer view of the enemy. He told himself that was the only reason he felt anything at all. *** What he didn't know, what no one in Ashveil knew, was that on the other side of the Northern border, in a room that smelled like old wood, a young woman was pressing her palm against a hidden drawer beneath her bed. Inside it sat a journal thick with years of careful, dangerous truth that would either lead them to their doom or salvation.

Adam led at the front, Everest watched by the right, Oak defended by the left and the tempered one, introduced to her as Stone, guarded at the back. Yet, it was humorous to her that if the enemy comes, they wouldn’t be able to save her from something veiled to their sights. She kept mute as her thoughts wheeled over what she had found in the cabin. There was more to everything she was told, much more. Her name written with blood in an ancient-looking journal felt like just the beginning and Zipporah was bent on unwrapping every bit of chaos it spawned. Consciously, she squeezed her torso, guarding the black book hidden under her dress.

“I will never leave you again. I promise.” However, amid that small happiness, Feby realized that the battle was not over. Kayla may have come to her senses, but Haikal was still trapped in the lies Ares had planted. And somehow, Feby had to find a way to restore her eldest son's heart before it was too late. That night, Feby sat beside Kayla's bed who was fast asleep. Sandi stood by the window, looking out blankly. The silence that enveloped them seemed to be filled with an unspoken burden.

kitchen—if it could be called that—was sparse. A three-legged table, chipped chairs, a tired stove, and a fridge clinging to half-spoiled cans. Gloom seemed permanent here. Even the sunlight felt weary. I warmed a can of beans and some processed meat over the last dregs of gas while Keli whined, pawing his empty bowl. His whimpers broke something in me. This wasn't a life. It was survival, at best. Hiding, grieving, remembering. I wasn't even sure what I was holding on for. The Nortons had taken everything. They called themselves protectors—guardians of the nation—but their uniforms were soaked in blood and greed. My parents were just two more names erased in their path. We used to live on

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

I was on the verge of kneeling, weeping hysterically as I pleaded for her to let me go. I begged Ate Yolly to honor the promise she had made to me in secret. I placed all my remaining hope in her, and she did not fail me. Without a single moment of hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hidden corridors. When we ran past the heavily drugged guards, I couldn't believe the sheer, life-threatening risks Ate Yolly was taking just to secure my freedom.

“You… you were that woman? How? She was older, you're just…” “I am a lot of things, but yes. That day, I was the her.” "How?” Nathan blurted out, almost yelling. "Let's say I'm some sort of shape shifter.” she said, shrugging her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. Shape shifter? That was crazy. “You… I didn't know that.” I mumbled, almost to myself. She turned to me. “I also was the soldier from Alexa's army who hid the book,” she said. “So Alexa wouldn’t burn it. I changed forms, buried it deep in the old lands and set the wards around it. I was watching the whole time.”

Chapter 17 Ruby walked slowly into her room, she looked like life had been sucked out of her. She didn't even know what to think, how to react, or even process what was going on. Her best friend just called off their friendship, because she found out about the secret she was meant to keep for 100 days. It's only been a month since she got married to Jaxon as his contracted wife and yet. The secret was out. She slumped on the couch as she kept on staring at the newspaper. They were there. Jaxon and her and the headlines were written in bold letters.