Legendary Soldier Novels & Stories

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Christopher couldn't tell if it was intentional or not but the man definitely spoke loud enough that half the bar could hear him. "Hey..." A man that was easily a foot taller than him stood from his stool with his drink in hand and approached the ladder. " That sounds like the kind of talk that some disloyal scum would say. I was a soldier that fought against the empire. If not for the intervention of King Robert, and Prince Halbert all the veterans would be six feet under at this point."

title, once a whispered prophecy, had become a known fact, a brand that preceded him in every corner of the city. I had heard the soldiers’ tales as they had passed through the Pegasus, their voices a low, excited hum. They had described him as terrifyingly efficient in battle, a force of nature on the field, his movements a blur of lethal precision, and his strategies so brilliant they bordered on clairvoyance.

“Listen.” He drew a shallow, rattling breath. “You knew this day might come. We chose this life. We chose war. Do not cry for me—I don’t want your grief. I want your strength.” His gaze shifted, as if seeing them one by one. “Marco—brother, shield, blade. You carry them when I cannot. Elias—you are the heart. Keep them human when the blood blinds them. To all of you—you are not just soldiers. You are my legacy. Live like it.”

I informed them. “Then I’d rather keep my mouth sealed and die with dignity,” the soldier who hadn’t said anything since finally spoke. I smirked as my eyes roved over to the other soldier. Even though he looked terrified, he didn’t say a thing. He was going to follow the lead of the first soldier. “How very loyal. She must be lucky to have you, even though it was only for a short time,” I said as I turned around and let them go. As they fell to the ground, they let out sickening screams that followed the thuds of their bodies on the ground.

She hoped that this was going to be a good sign for them all. "Of course I know what comes after the death of an unprepared man, the battles here and there," Lial responded, breathing heavily. "I just hope that Levi is doing okay."

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

“Don’t get mouthy. It doesn’t make you feel warm all over to be godless and sinful at the hour of your death?” Flavius frowned. “Your words don’t help.” “They are meant to instruct, but I don’t think we have much time to ponder sin and life any longer, soldier.” Swords drawn, the soldiers headed out toward the gap between Rutland and the forest. In the grim moonlight they could perceive a wall of Legionnaires with their shields interlocked, a hundred or more, forming a wall. August stated, “Looks like the celebration started without us.” “Celebration? You’re mad.”

And why would Lawrence know about the peculiar side effects he had when he underwent a cultivation breakthrough? Ashton had many questions to ask, but he was certain about one thing—Lawrence harbored no ill will toward him. Lawrence continued, "This is the Legion Cemetery. Like the name implies, it's where the deceased legionnaires are buried. Every single one of them buried here sacrificed their life for the country. This is something that every legionnaire takes pride in." As he led Ashton further into the cemetery, he remarked emphatically, "Only the best of the best get to become a legionnaire. At its peak, the Legion overshadowed both the Dominion Vanguard and the Empyrean Sentinel. We