High School Soldier Chapter 62 Novels & Stories

To my left, I saw Olara, the kitchen matron, swinging a heavy iron skillet at a soldier's helmet with a roar of defiance. ‎ ‎"Get to the caves!" I screamed at anyone who would listen. "Go! Run!" ‎ ‎But most couldn't hear me over the roar of the fire. ‎ ‎I needed to find Jinx. I needed to find Rhea. ‎ ‎I shoved my way through the panic, heading for the infirmary tent. ‎ ‎"Move!" a voice roared. ‎ ‎I ducked just as a massive body flew over my head. It was a Bloodmoon soldier, thrown like a ragdoll. He hit a burning support beam and didn't get up.

Behind him, three others fanned out, their eyes glowing with their wolves’ presence. “Identify yourself,” the soldier barked, shining a flashlight in my face. “This is a private event for King Voltage and Alpha Theo. No entry.” I didn’t stop walking. “I said halt!” The soldier moved to block me, reaching for my shoulder. I didn’t break stride. My hand moved faster than his eyes could track. I grabbed his wrist, twisted until the bone snapped with a wet crunch, and used his momentum to spin him around. I grabbed his head with my other hand.

She couldn't believe it. In the forest, the soldier was just going to release the arrow. And Zane knew he was about to die, he had his eyes closed. There was a thud sound and Zane opened his eyes. The soldier had fallen down. Someone had thrown a big stone at him. The other soldier looked around, scared. "Whoever it is, I'm warning you ..... I'm armed",said the second soldier with a quivering voice. He held the sword in his hand. But he was so distracted that it gave Zane a chance to overpower the soldier and put him in a chokehold.

Schuman took one look at it and spat out, "So, she joined the army and went nuts? No wonder her parents died early. Clearly, no one was around to teach her any manners!" Without sparing me another glance, Nathan guided her away. I sat on the floor, watching their retreating figures, unable to shed a single tear anymore. The kind-hearted head nurse helped me back into the treatment room to re-bandage my wounds. "Major Tomlinson… Do you need me to… notify security?" she asked cautiously. I shook my head. "That won't be necessary. Please discharge me." … After returning to the military residential compound, I began packing my suitcase. My phone vibrated, and the screen lit up.

Henry's POV We arrived at the last noticeable location on Azalea's chip, stealthily each soldier dropped from the glider blending into the greens immediately. We all knew the plan, each team knew what to do and in a matter of minutes I would be reunited with my flower, and of course have Ray's head. The sky was still bruised purple, the forest wrapped in thick silence. One by one, my soldiers dropped from the glider, disappearing into the trees like ghosts. We had trained for this.

Crimson threads glowing like veins of ember, crawling up my arm, across my collarbone, licking at the edges of my vision. One soldier hissed, voice distorted behind the mask. “Blood heir confirmed.” And suddenly, every weapon turned toward me. “No!” Damian’s roar cracked the air. He lunged, cutting a soldier down with one savage strike, but there were too many, too close, their weapons already raised.... Something inside me broke. The fire in my veins snapped loose, exploding outward in a blast I didn’t understand, couldn’t control. The air warped, heat slamming into the chamber like the shockwave of a star going nova.

Only for a second. Then it disappeared. One of the soldiers stepped forward. Unlike the others. Different armor. Different insignia. Higher rank. Its glowing eyes locked onto Aruna. "Subject Six." The voice sounded human. Almost. "Please surrender." Aruna felt sick. The word please somehow made it worse. Because it sounded rehearsed. Programmed. Forced. "Refusal will result in containment." Dante laughed. A cold laugh. "Come try." The soldier's head tilted slightly.

I, despite my injuries, forced myself to remain upright, refusing to show any sign of weakness. As I waited for the soldier to return with a new Beta, my mind raced with thoughts of what could have transpired. The fact that Scarlett had not only escaped my grasp but also managed to gain support from an unknown group of soldiers was a bitter pill to swallow. How had she accomplished this? And more importantly, how could I overcome this unexpected setback? When the soldier returned, he brought with him a tall, muscular man with a determined expression. I recognized him as Oliver, one of the strongest fighters among our ranks. Despite the pain pulsating through my body, I straightened my postur

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.

THE SOLDIER returned from battle and told the news to Chloe who was sitting on the chair with no emotions shown on her face. She was silent and so is everything and everybody around her. She returned to her house and when she heard the news, the soldier was afraid of what her reaction might be. Instead, she was just listening. "Is that it?" she questioned while eyeing the soldier up and down and he nodded as he held his shoulder. He was bleeding profusely. "Y-yes, ma'am. Ms. Eva has decided to flee with them," he answered while his head bowed down.