Marleyan Soldier Novels & Stories

“Marek.” One of the younger soldiers. Quiet, eager to please, always first to volunteer. Warren stood slowly. “He is gone.” The words hung in the air like smoke. I took a step forward. “You think he deserted?” Warren’s eyes darkened. “No. If he ran, he would have taken food. He took nothing.” Grayson swore under his breath. “Then he is leading them here.” A cold ripple spread through the clearing. The soldiers looked at one another, silent and waiting for orders.

He was only twenty-five years old, and she didn't want to let him lose his life at this age because of her. Just as he was in a trance, someone knocked on the door outside. Laura asked the servant to open the door, only to find that the adjutant Aron walked in. He looked at Robert like this and sighed: "Young Marshal was fine the day he took the bullet." But he also knew in his heart that there were not a few soldiers who lost their lives due to infection on the battlefield, so he only tentatively said: "Miss Laura, Don't tell Mrs. Elmer?"

MARA The soldier’s gunfire breaks the stillness like thunder, and my breath catches in my throat. The blinding flash of the shot seems to freeze time. The sound rings in my ears, reverberating through my bones. I don’t even see the bullet—only the grim certainty in the soldier’s eyes. Rolan. My mate. My heart stutters in my chest. He’s right in the line of fire. Before I can even react, I do what anyone would do—I close my eyes.

After hearing that stern voice, the person who was hiding finally revealed himself. One of the soldiers standing beside Greg pointed a flashlight at the person quickly so that they could find out the person's identity. Morphy glared in surprise, "Wood!" Greg looked up at the young man walking toward him. "Commander," Riley greeted with a grimace, really not expecting to meet one of the commanders of his kingdom's army. He glanced at the figure of the soldier who had fought with him. He let out a long sigh, knowing that the man named Bradley Martin was dead.

she said. The soldier didn’t answer. I looked between them, my stomach sinking. “Mara.” “Not now,” she said quietly. “Oh, absolutely now. I am covered in mud, being hunted by my own people, holding a blood letter that just threatened my best friend, and apparently fighting soldiers who don’t scream when stabbed. This feels exactly like the right time for secrets to stop being cute.” Rowan coughed behind Cassian. “For the record, I support this emotional outburst.”

"Send Frank or the other soldiers. We have to go see if there are any survivors." Prince Marcellus only watched the scene below them with a frown. "Why don't you make your prince go stop them? Get out of the way," Xander said to Scarlett. Without saying a word, Marcellus made his horse gallop straight towards the village on fire. Pakuri followed him in her rhea, and so did Voty. The soldiers all began to turn their horses back, and Scarlett wished she could hurl something at Xander. "Some soldier you are," she said, making Sunu run and leaving them behind.

She cried out for mercy but the look on the soldier's face was one of grim mercilessness as he raised his whip again while shouting. "Get up you worthless Baryn!" Mare's despair turned into anger as without thinking she approached the soldier and grabbed his arm. "Do you lack a beating heart?! Do you not see that she is too weak to move anymore?!" The soldier grunted and snapped his arm away from her grip while trying to push her at the same time. Mare would not budge. She held her ground and began to fight him. "Leave her alone!" she fought harder. "Who are you?" The soldier asked amazed by her strength and stubbornness.

I heard and my head snapped up almost immediately as I saw Clara being held by two soldiers that I knew were from our pack. “Is he going to be okay?” My shoulders flinched slightly in fright, but my shoulders sagged immediately when I saw that it was Sylvester who was looking at me worriedly. I noticed the corpses on the ground. Most of them were rogues, including the man who had been standing beside Clara. Clara stood with her hands roughly clutched between two soldiers as she yelled all sorts of profanities. I recognized Sylvester’s soldiers as well. I wondered how they disguised themselves so well. It was something that I just couldn't get over.

They stopped the patient's bed right in front of Rose without removing the cloth covering someone's body. "Forgive us, Mrs. Miller. This is your husband." The Doctor, whom he recognized as the operation leader, looked sad. Rose was surprised to see a white cloth covering Robert's entire body. She strolled with a pale face. Can a small operation like that lead to significant complications and take someone's life? The question raced through her mind just as her heart was breaking. "What does all this mean?" Rose asked slowly. "Forgive us, Mrs. Miller," said a nurse with a sympathetic face. They all say the same thing, thank you.

She yelled out "Comrade Mara! You are really too much this time" One of the Soldiers looked at her with eyes full of disappointment. Mara looked around hoping that at least one person believes her but they all looked disappointed. "So you guys will rather believe a stranger who you don't even know well than me?" She yelled. "Nelly take her back to the car" Lucas ordered not wanting to listen to her anymore. When no one noticed a small paper which indeed cannot be noticed fell on the floor right in front of Charlotte.