One Man Army Novel Novels & Stories

Darric swallowed. Then he said the words that sent a chill through the room. "There was an army," he said. There was silence again. A terrible silence. An impossible silence. Then— "Not a small one," he said. My eyes met Lyras. We did not need to speak. Because we both knew the thing. The war we thought was ending might not be the war at all. Somewhere out there, a man who was believed to be dead for years had come back with an army.

said Joseph. "Do you know who the man is?" Bernard asked. Joseph replied, "No, but I believe that Marla wasn't speaking nonsense when she approached Natalie. The man who made Cora fall so deeply in love with him must be exceptional. Think about it. "New World Group just burned down. Right now, Cora is at the center of every conflict. Yet, she doesn't seem worried at all. She's very calm. It's obvious that she has someone backing her. Aside from that man, I can't think of anyone she would rely on."

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

“In my room, I’ll grab it for you.” Matt slunk back into his room with the first issue, and I hustled greedily to my bed to devour issue two and find out if the Popobawa survived the bombs the army dropped into the sewers to kill it. By the time Mom yelled up the stairs that it was time for dinner, I was halfway through issue three and Matt had already come in to grab number two. We both left our rooms at Mom’s call and my brother smiled for once. “Can you believe it got away through the sewers and out to that island?”

For the first time, she held me in her arms and promised to be my eyes from then on. [The third day—Mom came every day to care for me and Dad. She said she loved us so much and wanted to be our lifelong support. I told her I loved her too. She cried again.] [The twenty-first day—I was discharged. Donny discovered my secret and teased me at preschool, calling me a cyclops. He said I was disgusting and refused to play with me again. I hid in the storage room and cried for a long time. But it didn't matter. Dad and Mom loved me.]

I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost. I had told her that I might be busy and wouldn't be able to come home for lunch before leaving the house that morning. Now, I wanted to surprise her. We had been married for so many years and living a hard life. She could finally enjoy life with me now. However, I didn't expect to see a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door. The shoes were clean and polished. They obviously belonged to a businessman. I had spent all my spare time doing delivery jobs, and I rarely bought shoes like that for convenience.

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

No man's land _ Episode 1 Part 1 _ Season 1 _ Characters: _ Loria A black girl in America in a false-church community that's sole purpose is to kill Russians. She protects a little Russian girl named Bonnie and cares for her very much. _ Bonnie Little Russian girl Loria protects. Always sweet, is noisy when safe to be, likes to play, lies sometimes. _ Mary An evil, racist, serial killer of Russians. Mary is the leader of the church community.

“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.”

His eyes were black with dark vanes that looks like tears streaming out of his eyes. I cock my head and frown, "You're not in my army." I state. I wasn't questioning it, it was a fact. I didn't know him nor have I ever seen him. I look around the crowd. I look at everyone's eyes. Almost all of the men had crazy eyes. I've been tricked. Someone meddled with my army. Suddenly the man in front of me lunges. I grab him around the neck and break it. His lifeless body flops onto the ground.