I'll Be Your Shining Soldier Novels & Stories

My eyes were clouded with tears as my body shook furiously. “Shhh….calm down.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders as he hugged my body into his tightly. "Nooo….h-he can't be…your lying!" trying to free me from his hold, twisting and turning my body furiously but he just holds me tighter into him. “Vivian stop. Calm down.” “Vivian please calm down.” “You’re lying!” I screamed into his chest. "The military sent you the notice, didn't they. If I was lying then you wouldn't get the letter to confirm it. I am sorry. "

A reddish mane stuck out of the armor, and its antenna danced wildly, “The supreme will always guide and teach us…what are we going to do without the wisdom of the will?…is this our end?” Before more of the soldiers could break down due to distress a loud slap broke the silence, the commander slapped the cheek of the blind bee and grabbed it by the mane. “CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WE ARE PROUD SOLDIERS OF THE RED ARMY! WE WERE BORN FROM THE BEST BROOD MOTHERS AND WERE TAUGHT BY THE BEST TEACHERS IN THE GALAXY! HOW CAN WE BREAK DOWN NOW?!...we’re only disgracing all the sacrifice our brethren had to endure to make us who we are and soiling the teachings of the supreme will…DOES ANY OF YOU WANT TO C

Maybe a bodyguard isn't really a bad thing. "I'm going to say this once and for clarity sake Claire I hope you listen carefully. I am here to do a Job and I shall be here for as long as I am needed. I do not expect you to like it anymore than I do but I am a soldier, duty is all that matters to Me" I swallow hard at his words. In other words I mean nothing to him. "This is no Game Claire. Believe me, you need protecting" "Does that mean I would be stuck with you? How long?"

It is my third year in prison after taking the blame for the adopted son of the Ingram family, Seth Ingram. Because of my good behavior, I am released early and return home ahead of time. The whole family is celebrating Seth's birthday. When my sister, Sheryl Ingram, sees me in my cheap tracksuit, a hint of disgust appears on her face. My fiancee, Isabella Kennedy, who once promised to wait for me, speaks up and says she'll put me in some storage room for now. "Seth has a weak body. You just got out of prison, Matthew. You need to stay away from him so that the germs you carry won't get to him." I don't argue or make a scene. I do as I'm told without objection. I understand that I've l

"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.

That was what fed her doubts and suspicions so deeply. That, and the facts, of course. With trembling hands and tears in her eyes, she thanked every fallen fighter for their bravery and gave her blessing to their souls. One by one. Then she climbed onto the platform with unconscious grace and took my hand. My turn then. “Let the moonlight guide the souls of those taken from us today,” I began. “Let the Moon Goddess embrace them all and grant them peace.” Soft crying rose around the clearing. I memorized every face I could.

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."