Novel & Cerita High School Soldier Chapter 62

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

When she was wheeled away from me. “Prepare the patient for surgery! She’s losing a lot of blood!” a doctor yelled. I rushed after them. “No, Sir!” One of my men’s hands held me back. “Let me go!” I struggled against his hold. “Sir… Stop! She’s out of our hands now. She needs the doctors. All we can do is pray.” He said firmly in my face. I twisted my gaze to him. His words sank inside me. “What’s in this paper, Chase?” Lucy’s voice penetrates that horrible memory now.

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence that may be triggering for some readers. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18❌🚫 Groans and whimpering cries filled the air as the soldiers dragged the broken men across the ground, their bruised and swollen limbs scraping against the stone. As the soldiers positioned them on wooden crosses, their eyes widened in horror, their screams shattering the air. "Per favore, abbiate pietà!" One of them begged, his voice cracking in despair. [Please, have mercy!]

He looked at Kai, bleeding and outnumbered. Fear turned into something else. Something hotter. The temperature in the room spiked. The soldier walking toward Sayler hesitated. "Thermal readings are off the charts," he muttered into his comms. The soldier reached down, his massive armored hand grabbing Sayler by the back of his shirt. He hoisted the boy into the air, Sayler’s legs kicking uselessly. "Got the package," the soldier said. Sayler looked at the man holding him. He looked at the metal gauntlet.

The enhanced soldier roared in fury, striking back with monstrous strength. Finally, with a brutal twist, Sang-woo drove his blade deep under the ribcage, straight into the heart. The enhanced soldier froze, eyes wide in shock, before collapsing heavily to the ground. The warehouse fell into stunned silence for a brief moment. Even the soldiers hesitated, fear flickering in their ranks. Sang-woo stood tall despite his wounds, blood dripping from his knife. His chest heaved with exertion, but his eyes burned with defiance. He turned toward Soo-ah, and for a fleeting second, something raw passed between them—something beyond survival.

Todd snaps, startling the soldier. The soldier stumbles to the side, knocking over two sacks of flour that go crashing to the floor. He looks at the two of us like a deer caught in the headlights, and my eyes drop not to his open zipper, but to the redheaded girl on her knees on the floor. Rose looks up at me with a worried expression on her face, and I get the distinct impression that she isn't ashamed or embarrassed, just worried someone will find out.

The Foundation, the enemy that had hunted June forever, was getting devoured. One soldier, gold stripe on his arm, stumbled toward her. He fell, helmet cracking. “Help... us,” he whispered. “The virus... it’s not ours. It’s them.” June hesitated. This guy had tried to steal her kid. But as a black tentacle wrapped around his leg, she pushed all that aside. She fired a bolt of golden heat and sliced the tentacle right through. “Dante, get him up!” she barked. “Are you kidding?” Dante said, but he bent down and grabbed the soldier’s hand anyway.

Sala realized that she was grabbing onto the soldier's arm for dear life and immediately retracted, apologizing. They continued on; a loud guttural scream echoed across the dark hallway. It sounded like an amalgamation of a suffering man and the grinding of two rusty gears. Lukas would be lying if he denied his fear. They walked across, their hearts pounded twice faster. They approached the lit section and found a body of a dead 666IB soldier. Lukas stopped and knelt. The nurse simply watched him as Lukas flipped the corpse to see if it was someone he knew. Thankfully, it was not. He pulled the soldier's dogtag and pocketed it.

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.

They’ll be safe. As I turn back to face the soldiers, one of them steps forward. My hand moves instinctively to my face, fingers grasping the frame of my shades. The soldier halts, waiting. The world seems to hold its breath as I slowly remove the glasses. Time’s up. My gaze snaps up, meeting the icy blue eyes of the nearest soldier. I exhale shakily, the cool evening air making my feverish skin breakout in goosebumps. Then, without warning, I break into a sprint.