Marleyan Soldier Novels & Stories

Some of the soldiers whistled at the girl's bravado while the others made jest of the man for allowing a human slave walk away with insulting him. "Stop there Roosevelt spawn!" The now angry guard ordered and Adeline halted. It seemed word had gotten out that she was a Roosevelt. The soldier walked toward her slowly, while the noise died down, even the music had stopped. The dancers weren't dancing anymore as everyone's attention was on Adeline. The soldier had just made her a target for angry werewolves whose families were killed in the war. This would end badly, but I had no intention of interfering. Since I couldn't kill her someone else could. I wondered how fate intended to stop her bod

She was taught to be grateful if someone helps her out and she did exactly what she was taught. The three soldiers bowed and walked away without saying anything.The hospital was heavily guarded by soldiers. One of the soldiers who was standing by the door opened it for Alessandra and she walked in without hesitation. The smell of chlorine, disinfectants and medicines clouded her nostrils, reminding her that she had not walked into an ordinary room. It reminded her that her mate was on the sick bed, fighting for his own life. The girl walked straight to her mate's room with high expectations. She hoped that maybe he had opened his eyes.

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.

Alpha Rowland ordered. "He's still breathing we can't let him die out here" "Yes that's true, we can't. I'll take my pocket knife back" Alpha Rowland smirked as the soldier had his last breath. "Fuckkkkkkk" Freya roared as she raised the soldier and placed him on her horseback while she walked on her feet back to the lands. "Let's take him to his family," Freya asked as the Chief guard directed her to the doorsteps of the soldier's family. They were a family of Zeldas and Thetas so Freya knew this was a huge loss for the family because he was the youngest of them all.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Liana look at him and chuckled a bit as they kneeled down to wrap the man’s leg. “Like this?” Maru asks as the man groans in pain. “Oh I’m sorry, did I wrap it too tight?” Maru asks as he loosens it. “It’s okay your highness it’s an honor for me that the prince of Thamali wrapped my wound. I’m thankful,” The soldier said. “You’re welcome, it’s part of my duty to help my town people,” he answered. They walk on the bloody ground as they help the other soldiers in cleaning the broken debris scattered around.

“You did that. You alone.” I nodded, breath shaky. “We are not safe yet.” As if answering the thought, one of the soldiers groaned and rolled over. His armor sparked where the runes had been overloaded, flickering erratically. He crawled to his feet with a snarl and raised his weapon again. Marek growled and moved forward, ready to tear through him, but I raised a hand. The soldier froze mid stride as my power wrapped around him, pinning him in place. His boots scraped against the dirt, but he could not move.

He had never fought someone made out of pure gold. The drums beat sped up faster and faster and faster until they stopped. In a split second the gold soldier swung his strong muscular arm forward, launching his spear in Marlon’s direction. With lightning speed reflexes Marlon moved out of the way. The spear lodged inside the ground where he had been once standing. The golden soldier let out a battle cry that seemed to enliven the gods that surrounded them. Marlon didn’t know this was what they meant by his ‘journey’. He was very skilled in the art of fighting, but he didn’t know if he could best him. He would try to stand his ground.

A faint rustle startled him, and Alpha Gray spun around, ready to fight. Marigold came sneaking out from the woodland undergrowth. Her honey-coloured eyes glowed in the moonlit night. She held a finger over her soft lips gesturing for him to be quiet. Then, Marigold pointed into the forest, where another guard patrolled. She reached down and grabbed a handful of dirt. Alpha Gray crunched down and waited for the soldier to come close enough, but before he could launch himself onto the man. A flicker of red appeared in the dark, and the soldier gasped and grabbed his chest before falling lifeless to the ground.

“Muriel must have gone there trying to stop the fight. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt. I traced my way through the forest, locating the cliff. ~Muriel~ Almost fifty out of a hundred of our soldiers were dead already. Imagine their mates waiting for them at home, yet Lucian was stubborn to retreat. I saw a soldier tramping behind Russell with his sword while Russell was facing many soldiers in his front. I looked around me and found the sword of one of the dead soldiers. I swallowed hard and picked it up. I dashed through the battle to stop the soldier. “Now, Eli!” I heard the command of Lucian through the screeching of the swords in the air. I turned around and found a soldier glaring at m