Legendary Soldier Novels & Stories

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

Cassian replied. Brows twitching, Levi questioned, "Why not? Do you look down on soldiers?" "Not at all," Cassian said. "Soldiers work to defend the nation. They are the reason why the rest of us can live in peace. I respect them the most and think they are the most admirable people in the world."

“You rewrote what was happening inside my body. You snatched me away from death like it meant nothing.” “It wasn’t nothing,” I said quickly. “Arthur… I didn’t even know I could do that. I’ve never done something like that before. I don’t even understand how I—” “Tyla.” His thumb brushed my palm, grounding me. “Tell me what you are.” I closed my eyes. “Do you know the legends about the Luminara wolves?” Arthur went very still. “The Luminara?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “That bloodline died out over a thousand years ago.”

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Zelda, the one appointed to lead the Ironclaw Legion without earning it—at least, according to a certain faction. Let them look. Let them doubt. I stood at the centre of the training grounds and faced them. My boots scraped against the stone as I moved, loud in the silence. Their eyes followed me. “I’ve heard a lot about the Ironclaw Legion,” I said, my voice calm, measured, yet carrying over the field with the sharp edge of steel. “Most of it… impressive.” No one responded. Not a twitch, not a blink out of place. “But I don’t believe in legends. I believe in what I see. And what I see—” I paused, letting my gaze sweep over them, “—is a force that’s seen fire and bled through it. I see soldi

"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.

It was evident that he had invested countless hours in studying the enemy's movements and devising the most efficient course of action. "The soldiers have been carefully selected and trained for their specific roles," Lucas explained, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering confidence. "Each group is composed of our most skilled warriors, handpicked for their expertise and loyalty. We have ensured that they possess the necessary tools and resources to carry out their tasks effectively." Listening to Lucas, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude for the soldiers under our command. They were the backbone of our mission, the embodiment of our unity and shared purpose. Their unwav