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.

It was a song of mourning and reclamation. Her voice—low, smoky, unpolished—carried the names of every soldier she had trained. Every one she had buried. Every one who had whispered to her that they were afraid, and every one she hadn’t known how to comfort. But the chorus changed. From grief to glory. “Let the ashes sing Let the flame not die Even names unspoken Still reach the sky…” The entire courtyard lit up with silent flames—each listener’s hand catching fire not from magic, but memory.

He returned the gesture by showing me his thumb, a symbol of his unwavering loyalty and commitment to our cause. With a renewed sense of purpose, Titus charged forward, his soldiers following closely behind, their swords slashing through the air with precision and skill. And with each passing moment, the sounds of battle grew louder, the clash of steel ringing through the room like a symphony of war. It was a glorious sight to behold, an army of brave soldiers fighting for their freedom and their leader, with Titus at their helm. And I knew, in that moment, that victory was within our grasp.

“Anybody wey wan fight you Make them come They already know I'll be right beside you Like the wall of Jericho They don't know They don't know They don't know what's going on Muna gi so Muna gi so, muna gi so, my baby boo I'll be a soldier for you I'm getting better in kung-fu You should know I got you And you don't need to get me too I'll be right beside you In anything that you do If you ever need saving I will be running to Running, running, running to you I'll be running to you Running, running, running to you Anywhere that you go to Running, running, running to you

“Dylan. li ucciderò tutti.. (Dylan I will kill them all)” She said as she pushed the dirt over him. Dracon and Jasper helped her. She stood up and walked away singing ”No time for rest…No pillow for my head…Nowhere to run from this…No way to forget…Around, the shadows creep…Like friends, they cover me….Just wanna lay me down and finally…Try to get some sleep….We carry on through the storm….Tired soldiers in this war…Remember what we're fighting for….Meet me on the battlefield…Even on the darkest night…I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage…And you will be mine….Echoes and the shots ring out….We may be the first to fall…Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all…Meet me

Jordan matched them forward, but one of the soldiers walking with him dragged him away and pushed him towards the back. "She is fighting. I heard she was a star soldier at her former station. She is a key drill training instructor and very highly skilled. She has never lost at any combat before," the soldier whispered, noticing a look of pure adoration on her face as she stared at the soldiers fighting Jordan turned to look at the object of their curiosity. With a sweat-covered face and a head of hair bound tightly in a ribbon at her back, she was putting on a tight black tanktop and the army’s shorts. Ysabelle Gum. Jordan's lips curled, a mischievous smile on his lips as he concentrated ful

Wars become our shadow, haunting us down, We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown. They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram, Unknown that they only want us to go scram. -G -==- "Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."

I was starting to stutter, he was getting to me. “You’re the chosen Luna. You shouldn’t be scared. I’ll let my intentions be known loud and clear.” He rose to his feet now, “I want you Ivy….come to me.”

My pulse spiked. I turned. Nothing. Just empty streets. Dark buildings. Shadows. The soldier's face turned white. "No." His voice cracked. "No, that's impossible." Tears suddenly filled his eyes. The exact same thing that had happened on the fortress wall. The illusion. The manipulation. Someone dead. Someone he loved. Renn grabbed him immediately. "Don't look!" Too late. The soldier began walking forward. Slowly. Like a man entering a dream. "I missed you." The words barely escaped his lips.

Instead, she stepped closer, pressing her warmth into my side. “We’ll get through this,” she murmured. I closed my eyes. I wanted to believe her. But war had a way of breaking things. And I wasn’t sure there was anything left of me that could survive the wreckage.