Soldier: 76 Reaper Novels & Stories

I threw myself on the ground, rolled to the side and pulled the trigger. The foremost soldier flew backwards, cracked the second with and Kael finished the third with a targeted shot from the hip. We were a perfect, deadly unit. The Commander and the junk collector. But the consortium did not give up. A shrill, disgusting summation the fight noise. It was a sound that let me freeze the blood in the veins. No ordinary troops floated down from the largest hole on the ceiling. A platform lowered, flanked by two huge three-meter Juggernaut-

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.

Now in a small vessel with no strong shielding he was subjected to gravitational pulls. Mainly the closest larger object then his small pod. As the Pod shook as it corrected itself to follow the Comet, all hope had left the poor lonely soldier on watch duty, as he got closer to the Comet he believed he was seeing things. 'Was a Solid Comet really moving like that? Did all those small Red and Orange Lights just Blink at me?'

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

they said again. After making sure everything was under control, Reiner immediately left the area where he was hiding. After the ground war commander was out of sight, one of the eight soldiers said quietly, "Oh my! I thought he was going on a rampage." "I even felt like my soul had left my body when he looked at me with that murderous gaze," his companion replied. "That's right, I got chills from the way he looked at us." However, one of the soldiers did not comment on what they had just experienced, instead saying, "I hope this war won't go badly. I ... still want to be an Ans De Lou soldier."

"Or shall I tell my brother you barred me? I hear he skins men slower when he's disappointed." The door groaned upward, revealing a chamber of steel and greed. Jorah whistled low, fingers trailing over hood ornaments. "Male strippers always did overcompensate." The soldier twitched. "Alpha Lucas, are you sure an Audi A6 won't do? Our Audi has bulletproof—" "What are you? Trying to sell me an Audi or something? Are you working on commision here?" I frowned. "I'm sorry, Sir!" the soldier straightened up.

“This is my moment to shine. Go forth, my soldiers.” Screech~ The soldiers that dwelled inside the darkness soon marched forward and assaulted all the enemies that they saw. “Kyaaaaaaa~” “Help~~~~” “I don’t want to die!!!” “No!!!” “Go away.” The HQ was in complete disarray. The number of corpses increased beyond what was calculated. Currently, there are 3000 thousand workers, 1000 soldiers, and 300 great soldiers. Great soldiers were the artifact holders who held a similar level of power to the talented mage. They could have served as Dionysus's sparring partners.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

I shook my head with a grim smile on my split lips. “You always said you taught him everything. But you don’t know him at all, do you? He doesn’t need an army. He doesn’t need your guns.” I leaned forward as far as I could, my eyes locked on his. “We’re talking about Myles Voss. The Reaper of Hellfangs. And he’s coming for me.”

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."