Marleyan Soldier Novels & Stories

She could even see that some soldiers were women, and even they were laughing. Amy tried so hard not to think about the child who got murdered on the hood of Tony’s car earlier. She saw herself meeting the same fate. The soldier’s hand crawled further up between Amy’s thighs. He tried to get into her pants, literally. Amy kept hearing Azad crying out, which made her wet the chilled ground with her tears. “My god you’re a sexy lady.” The soldier grunted in Amy’s face with his hand still groping her butt. The Infantry-man’s black mask visor hid his appearance.

ELARA Damn. That was close. We almost lost the soldier, but I was able to resuscitate him. He came in this morning with a severe case of infection. His wolf wasn’t healing his wounds, and he didn’t seek treatment until it developed into an infection. Marcel showed interest in treating him, while I took care of other patients. But he hadn’t attended to him, and the patient had been here for hours. Where the hell did he go? I mind-link him.

He asked himself to be sure he wasn't hallucinating Lucas came down out of his car immediately ***** “Do you want anything warm? Drink? Blanket?” Maleinda asked Marley..the guy who drove her home, he sent her a warm smile “Sure” he says and looked around the house, he admired the small comfortable house with a smile on his face “I'll just stay here till the rain goes down…I don't want my Boyfriend to be worried” immediately he says Boyfriend, Melinda turns to him sharply “You're…” she was cut short by Marley “Gay and Proud” Marley says with a proud face, he expected Melinda to look at him disgusted and probably send him out but she shrieked

no one could give him a plausible reply as they were all lost in their very own thought. one of the soldiers with a spear faced head straight with one of the creatures, we could tell it was a dark creature with a bull horn and a rocky skin, it eyes were bloody red and the fangs dripping some gluey fluid and its long finger-like claws very long and sharp, the soldier who was a werewolf decided to take his speed ability as an opportunity but was caught off guard by it, as he was the first soldier to die by those creatures hand. Marek and Kingu could no longer watch the manslaughter of the soldiers, they unsheathed their swords, ready to join in the fight with the rest of the stand-by soldiers.

He subsequently turned to the soldier and asked again, “So, where are the two spies of ours who’re said to be General Randy’s best as well as most qualified spies?” “They’re also practically dying due to their intensely bad and severe injuries all over their bodies, Mr. Serpent...” replied the soldier. “Okay... Bring them here to me then... I wanna have some words with them right now...” Mr. Serpent Win Mara was seen smiling mysteriously. “But, Mr. Serpent... Their conditions are so bad that it isn’t too possible for both of them to come here and meet you...” The young soldier tried to speak up his argument.

War was arithmetic written in blood. I folded the paper and tucked it away. Behind me, our soldiers lit small, careful fires below the ridgeline where they wouldn’t be seen from afar. Quiet voices drifted up — tired, joking, alive. For now. I turned back toward camp. “They’ll come again at dawn,” Mara called from below. “Good,” I said. She squinted up at me. “Good?” “Means we get to hurt them first.”

It only makes sense if the building connects to their tunnel system. A large group of soldiers drills on the west side of camp, their young faces eager to impress even though death is imminent. I don't know why Marinah saved the red stripe who attacked us. She sometimes hesitates when she kills and it's dangerous. It's her human side which was warped for too many years. I open the heavy steel door at the entrance to the small building. A soldier almost runs into me. He's a foot shorter, in his twenties, and focused elsewhere. "Pardon me, sir." He salutes. I give him the expected response, and he continues on.

About two days later, on a very large plain field, Maridonna's army stood at the left, with their swords and shields and their guns hung across their neck and bullets in their bag. At the right side of the field was Ragnar Marshall, Pawel and Alejandro alongside fifty thousand soldiers. Each opposing parties could see eachother. "Their soldiers aren't many," Pawel said, after observing Maridonna's army from afar. "They might keep them somewhere, perhaps, they plan on ambushing us, which is why we must stick to the plan." Ragnar Marshall said. Ragnar Marshall sent one of his men over to Maridona's side but before he could even reach their side, a bullet was shot through his head.

The leader was wearing a mask, holding a red spear, and dressed in a red cloak. "Commander?" It was their commander! The young soldier was overjoyed, crawling to his feet and shouting, "Stanley is here! He hasn't abandoned us! He's come to save us!" Jane unsheathed her spear, her tone merciless. "Kill them."

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him