I'll Be Your Shining Soldier Novels & Stories

"Dream on!" Shawn appeared out of nowhere, snarling, "Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy to be compared to Rosie? Know your place!" "Shawn, don't be like this. Stella is your real sister," Rosie whimpered, tugging at his sleeve. "Maybe I should be the one to leave." She turned to go, but Shawn yanked her back. However, I caught the triumphant gleam in her lowered gaze. She was clearly enjoying this.

Somewhere in the distance, a lone wolf howled, a mournful sound that sent shivers down the spines of the soldiers. Zilver, to his troops. “Prepare yourselves. We do not tread lightly into this realm. But remember, we do so with purpose and valour.” As if on cue, the troops tightened their grips on their weapons, shields at the ready. The clank of armour and the collective resolve of the army echoed through the forest. They were a force to be reckoned with, a storm on the horizon.

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I refused to let them weaken my resolve.

"We will not falter! We are the guardians of this fortress, and we will hold until the enemy is repelled!" I heard a nearby soldier shout, "Alpha, look over there!" and my eyes snapped to the spot. One of Stella’s elite, a hulking figure in dark armor, charged forward with lethal intent. I readied my sword, stepping into the fray, but the enemy was too swift. The soldier landed a brutal blow, and my vision blurred momentarily as I fought to remain conscious.

Soldiers shouted orders, the clash of steel ringing through the night like a chorus of doom. Enzo led the charge at the forefront, his armor glinting under the firelight, rifle in hand, eyes blazing with determination. Behind him, Ash, Kael, and Atlas moved in perfect synchronization, each taking calculated strides, each ready to unleash devastation. Their presence alone inspired their men, giving them courage to push forward against a force that was known for cruelty, deception, and cunning.

They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me. --- But there had been a time when I belonged to myself. When I was strong. When the future was bright. --- “Again.” Dust rose around us in the training ring. The sun burned hot above the clearing. Darius circled me slowly.

I doubt I’ll be able to achieve quite the same thing, but I have to try. “Cease fighting!” I yell. The screaming and clashing of metal and bone swallows up every syllable. I turn to one of the soldiers still standing with us after blocking anyone from getting to us. “Would you please bang your shield on the wall?” The soldier glances back at Lucas, who gives him a nod. The soldier clangs his shield against the stone as requested, once, twice, three times. “Cease fighting!” I yell again. I barely have the words out of my mouth before Lucas repeats the same words. “Cease fighting!”

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."