Marleyan Soldier Novels & Stories

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

“Because of the beliefs my people hold, many; especially the soldiers hold to religious knowledge. This means that they believe in the folklore of if your eyes remain open once you pass, your soul will be forever trapped within your rotting corpse and you will be unable to find peace in the next life.” “I’ve heard about that, we do something different.” The dark lord claimed, lighting a cigarette before he continued. “Have you ever noticed that my soldiers have dog tags?” Elika thought for a moment, remembering the small metal chains that each of her uncle’s soldiers wore. She nodded slowly, glancing toward Dorian before she spoke; his demonic yellow eyes locked onto her. “Yes, the metal thi

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

"The old rules are dead because Marcus is dead. We need every single gun, every piece of meat, and every Alpha instinct we can find if we want to hold this mountain against the Northern army. You will accept the layout because those are my orders." "They aren't part of anything!" a soldier shouted from the back of the room, slamming his rifle down onto a metal crate with a loud bang. He stepped forward into the yellow light, his face twisted with pure rage. "Rylan lost his entire pack to Vex because he's a reckless, proud piece of shit! He's a jinx, Korr! Everywhere that Alpha goes, death follows him right behind in the mud! He couldn't save his own people, and now you want us to stand on a

They tumbled into the bush, snarling savagely as they fought with claws and fangs. Damon and Mara had already charged at the soldiers as they fired the first volley, with Damon barreling into two instantly, fatally sending them flying into the nearby trees. Mara zipped through with her usual speed, disarming a stunned soldier and burying her fangs into his throat. “Hold your line!” a soldier barked after the unexpected retaliation. “Target the Alpha…no, the female…damn it, BOTH!” More shots were fired at them, and Damon roared as one made its way into his shoulder, but he kept on fighting, grabbing a soldier by the vest and sending him crashing into another one before breaking their weapons

Mara said to Leroy, who was staring at her with furrowed brows. "Are you even listening to yourself right now? You say that I see Adrian like a god; well, that's true. He's a god, a god of war. Do you know how many wars he's been in since when he became an Alpha? Do you know how many soldiers he has singlehandedly struck down on the battlefield? And you want me to go against him with only three men? Well, I'm not doing that, and do you know why?" Leroy asked Mara, who was silently staring at him.

The room smelled of pressed cotton and dried rosemary, but beneath it all she could taste smoke—future smoke, carried on the soldier’s words. Old Wrenlow stepped forward, her hand trembling on the stick. “You’ll not—” The backhand came fast, cracking across her cheek. The old woman staggered, catching herself on the wall. Mariah’s fingers twitched toward the satchel of herbs at her hip, but the soldiers were already closing in. Four pairs of hands gripped her arms, her shoulders, the back of her neck. The table screeched across the floor as they dragged her past it.