I'll Be Your Shining Soldier Novels & Stories

Eileen sat calmly at the studio trying to compose her thoughts and sing. Louie stared at her angrily as he watched her fumble with the song. He asked the producer to stop the beat then went inside. He took the headphones off her ears and sighed. “Eileen, can you get over your f**king problems and sing the damn song? When you get into the studio you’re not Eileen you’re silver stars… you’re silver stars till you leave the studio” Louie barked.

He shooed me to the shower. Reluctantly, I walked over to the shower, stepping in. Turning on the hot water, I let it run all down my body. Once the steam filled the room, fogging up the glass shower, I began to shed a few tears. I could not let him see me this way. He'll think he has won and he has not. Not by a long shot. I will get out of this hell and away from him for good. Getting lost in my lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the shower door open and close until I felt hands on my waist. Letting the water hit my face, as to hide my tears, I jumped slightly.

As the soldiers began to fill their hands with deadly blades and swords, Killian looked on with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they readied themselves for battle, he suddenly called out, “Dark moonlight must be with us tonight! Our salvation is near, comrades.” He waited for the murmurs of agreement, then continued, “Know that our courage and bravery will be rewarded with victory. We will bring Harvard Castle to its knees and herald in a new era of peace.” The soldiers cheered and raised their weapons in a show of solidarity. With a final rallying cry, Killian declared, “Tonight, we march!” And with that, they set off into the night.

"Stand up as quickly as you can and get back on your feet. Although the adversary is still in plain view, you are so confused that you are looking to the left and the right. You can't flee because if you leave this battlefield, the only possible outcome for you is your own death. There is no other choice. Now choose, one will go out in glory, and the other will go out in shame." The soldiers' pride was reawakened as a result of Dylan's eloquent words. They did so while firmly gripping their weapons and chanting in unison. "It is with great pleasure that we offer our lives to ensure the wellbeing of our king and the peace and prosperity of our kingdom. We will go out as heroes, and we will go

“The moon… it’s back.” Damien groaned, blood dripping down his chin as he twisted his head toward the light. “About damn time,” he coughed, spitting red onto the sand. “Thought we’d never see her again.” Shane shoved one soldier off with a sudden surge of strength, his eyes already reflecting that silver glow. “You hear that, bitches?” he shouted hoarsely, voice raw. “Your darkness is over!” My father stumbled back, still clutching his burning arm, glaring up at the moon as if it had betrayed him. “No… no, this isn’t supposed to happen yet,” he snarled, his voice breaking. “Not now!”

“Unless we’re down to a single soldier left standing or we’re buried six feet under, then we still have a fighting chance!” A chorus of nervous, yet roused murmurs began to stir from the exhausted soldiers under his watch. “We will not allow those damn bear-shifters to take even an inch of our territory!” he spat with a powerful stomp of his foot. Slowly, his icy blue eyes started to glow in the dark of the night, illuminating his righteous wrath. “Everyone we know and love is counting on us to keep them safe! We will not let them down!” The murmurs grew louder and louder with every word from their commanding officer, encouraged by his unwavering resolution.

I mind-linked them: "Are you guys ready? " "Yes!" "Do you know what you are going to face tomorrow night?" "Yes! " "Are you afraid?" "Not at all! " The deafening noise showed their high morale. At that moment, a dark-colored soldier stepped forward, raised his arms, and shouted "Victory belongs to Erika!" He was Orsen, the youngest yet strongest of my soldiers. "Victory belongs to Erika!" everyone repeated. Erika was my name. I looked at them and gave them an encouraging smile. I couldn't think of any reason to fail tomorrow's mission.

The troops led by Greg Sehel usually consisted of class two soldiers who had much better abilities compared to the class three soldiers. However, this time everything was completely mixed. Some of the prospective soldiers even became members of his troop. Meanwhile, the candidate who joined the main army was only James Gardner, which indicated that he was considered one of the lucky ones who could fight alongside the Royal war general Ans De Lou. However, Riley strangely did not see the anxious expression on Shin's face so she simply responded, “It doesn't matter where, the important thing is to come back alive. Right?” Instantly Shin chuckled, nodding in agreement to his junior's words.

They stood tall, ready to face the hordes of darkness that threatened their realm. With a final nod of reassurance, Aric raised his sword high, its gleaming blade catching the sunlight. The symphony's melodies coursed through him, empowering his every movement. "Forward, my comrades! Let our melodies of courage and righteousness ring out across the battlefield! Today, we defend our home, our people, and the symphony's enduring legacy!" The warriors let out a resounding cry, their melodies intertwining as they surged forward. The ground trembled beneath their feet as they charged toward the oncoming forces of darkness, their melodies of defiance and hope piercing the air.

"When you are settled with your pretty damsel, I shall have myself a mate. Until then, let me bask happily in the sweet blend of moans and wine." Suddenly, we saw them coming from a distance, each soldier bearing a burning torch in hand. The men squirmed, agitated. Every hand found his weapon, eyes glowing golden in the dark, adrenaline pumping into every artery. Their growls quietened the chirpings of the crickets as we took over the night.