Marleyan Soldier の小説・ストーリー

In the afternoon, it was luck that she survived. The soldiers lined themselves in front of Wayl. “Each and everybody will benefit from these. Dirty roads? No volunteers because of fea and overpricing? How many products do they love?” The soldiers in front of them were like robots. It was enough to scare our enemies that they had the potential to destroy a country. “These are your army, Miss Maryan. I will give you the command button if and only if we share our ideology,” Wayl stated. Here we go, Maryan thought.

He shivered with the horrifying thoughts his mind conjured. The soldier drew a line before him and stood directly in front of it as he waited for the children to start the play. “Deal. Are you ready?” Maru asked. Deep inside he was glad that this soldier appeared so helpful to give them this kind of boon. I should thank him later. Maru noted. “Do your worst, boy!” the soldier responded with a teasing smile. “Okay! I’m going to attack now! Prepare yourself!” Maru shouted and began to walk towards the soldier.

(Old Marlo) In the middle of their conversation, Old Marlo and Remi, upon being told about what is going on behind them turned their heads around and witnessed the scene, it was Aeternum soldier coming in and out of a barrack that were close to them and they were bringing prisoners into a truck, by now thbe prisoners that were taken away were a someone that were not at all unknown to Old Marlo, it was the man that is well known as a murderer, infamous in Sunders City, of which when entered the Baron Sunders Army just suddenly became his commanding officer and since then has been terrorizing him and the apprentice every since. So seeing that man being dragged by Aeternum soldiers in silence a

Especially not soldiers. Cameron rested both hands against the iron railing, expression unreadable as commanders crossed the lower level carrying stacks of reassigned personnel files. “You’re waiting for them to react,” I said quietly. “Yes.” His answer came instantly. No denial. No softening. Straight truth. My wolf watched him carefully beneath my skin. He was still dangerous. But not cruel. That difference mattered more now than ever. Mara appeared from the western stairwell carrying three folders against her chest and looking deeply offended by existence itself.

Tents were erected, a campfire crackled to life, and the aroma of cooked food filled the air, providing a momentary respite from the arduous journey. I sat on a log near the flickering flames, surrounded by my comrades-in-arms. The weariness in their eyes was evident, but the fire within them burned brightly, undiminished by the hardships they had endured. They shared stories, laughter, and camaraderie, finding solace in each other's presence. A soldier named Marcus approached me, his face etched with determination and weariness. "Commander, we may be tired, but our spirits remain strong. We believe in you, in our cause," he said, his voice tinged with unwavering loyalty.

They stand and turn their heads to look, the soldiers were surrounding their house and were in a position to fire. “It is over doctor, no more running” their commander steps forward and walks towards them. Tears were coming out of Mary’s eyes. she could not hold the anger and she turns and starts shooting at the soldiers. She runs out of bullets and falls into her knees. The soldiers were heavily armored and none of them is hit. The commander approaches them and takes the gun out of Marys hand. She slaps Mary so hard and as Lincon tries to fall in for her he is hit and handcuffed. “You will pay for this one day you evil creature” he spits at the commander and he is taken away and put into on

I screamed and we all ran out without even turning back, injured solider Keevan died on spot. As soon as we came out we made ran towards gates but then again, there was no gate… “Where is gate?” other guard solider questioned in confusion “i… II…..” solider Martin shuttered “Watch… out…..” Draco unexpectedly screamed and we turned and saw possessed solider collard jumping on Solider Martin, however solider martin was quick to dogged him. ‘GRRRRAaaaa………..’ possessed solider collard growled and jumped again but this time on his fellow soldier guard.

I staggered, catching myself against a tree as my vision swam. No. My wolf recoiled, snarling in instinctive fury, not submission. I didn’t need the pull tugging at my chest to know what it was. I’d felt bonds before, watched others kneel to them. This one felt like a challenge. Like war. I turned slowly, already knowing who stood there. Marcel Del Gardi. The one person who always found me, and yet, always kept me alive despite his reputation. “You know, running is not going to get you far.” He said, and I scoffed, wanting to run back. But my wolf wouldn’t allow it.