Soldado Novels & Stories

Beowulf’s POV What is the duty of a soldier? The old general who raised me told me from an early age. A soldier should be the most loyal, disciplined, courageous, and reliable person in the world. When the country is in chaos and the people are suffering, as long as they see soldiers, they will see hope. Soldiers are the bones of a nation. We must make sure that everyone in the military strictly follows the rules. After all, they have the power and strength to go from angel to demon at any time.

They swarmed toward him like a bunch of locusts. Then, Andrius caught a glimpse of a sword emblem on one of the soldier’s uniforms. If he remembered correctly, the sword emblem belonged to the Northern Warzone. “You are all from the Northern Warzone?”

A holster hung across his torso while a tablet occupied one of his giant hands. However, it wasn't just the sight of this male that had Camille's mouth dry and knees suddenly feeling like jelly. The third soldier was just as tall as his partner but with skin a soft blue. Like Kal, his hair was brilliant white but cropped short in a much more classic military style. His eyes were just as bright but more yellow but their primal intensity was unmistakable. Unlike Kal and the other male, Camille noted that there were no white speckles on his temples and the symbols on his brow and chin appeared different even if they were the same white as Kal's.

and also Mina, Shadi, and Ashraf. Soldier (firmly): Yes, sir.

The earlier they packed up the shooting, the better for his blood pressure. "What do you want?Make it quick; I have a post to get to." The soldier said gruffly, his hand balanced on his gun. His face looked unhappy enough that Jordan did not waste his time. He was a merry-go-round person; staying around such people might make a decrease in his happiness level. "I can't find my crew members; do you know where they are?" The soldier gave him a long look, as if debating whether to roast him on a skewer or not. Jordan got the message and left hurriedly.

“Hey, Frasco! Is a bag of rice heavier than a bottle of tequila?” Diego laughed with them, but inside, something tightened. Shame. Anger. I was a king once. He retreated to a shadowed corner of the mill, pulled a small knife from his pocket, and drew it across his palm. Blood welled—dark, shimmering. He let a few drops fall to the dirt. His eyes shifted to crimson. Power, cool and electric, flooded his veins. He stood. This time, he lifted two bags. One in each arm. He walked smoothly, steadily. The workers fell silent, watching.

A soldier runs towards us , his tall and his face matches his voice – he looks like a brute , a stone cold man. “What is it?!” Alexander asks , noticing the urgency in the soldier’s voice.

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

Bingquing turned, "Sister, what is it?" The maid pointed to a soldier who has stabbed a maid in the stomach who was trying to go through the gates. The soldier shouted with his sword dripping with fresh blood. "Long live the new republic." He slashed his blood soaked sword through the air so the blood would splat on the wall in an x shape. The maid shook violently as she watched the soldier saunter away. Bingquing followed his movement with her eyes. "Who is that?" "That's the soldier of sleeping suns. He's an assassin whose known for killing everybody in the house of whoever he's known to kill."

His lips pecked my cheeks softly, and before I could digest all what had been said, his figure disappeared out of my sight. ~RIKAS~ I dragged my sword on the grounds, causing a disturbing sound as the metal graze into the solid. I could have used magic to disappear with Sofia if i had wanted to run away. They were a fully equipped Martian soldiers with horses and shields, backed by a large herd of the sly Erisian soldiers. “Surrender your weapons!” Said, the soldier at the forefront. I mentally noted that he could probably be their commander, or even one of the generals since his uniform stood out in color. Though it was still different from the one Rotip wore.