Soldier Novels & Stories

I asked. “I wake up and carry out my duties as I’m supposed to,” he opened his eyes and stared angrily at me. “I think you’re forgetting the part where you compromised your duties,” I retorted. “I know, my Lord.” “What’s your name?” “Chris Tanever,” the soldier answered me proudly. “Have any kids, Tanever?” I asked. He didn’t answer so I guess the answer was yes. “I’ll never understand how you did such a thing if you have children of your own.”

The guard thrusts his right foot straight forward and kicks the soldier in the abdomen. Caught off guard, the soldier staggers back giving the guard time to pick his blade up. The guard bends down on one knee to pick up his sword. When he grabs a hold of it, he thrusts it upwards and strikes the soldier in the ribs. The soldier retaliates with a quick thrust down and catches the guard's bent leg. The guard stands back up swinging to his left but the soldier blocks the hit. You can tell they are both struggling to stay up.

If his estimate was wrong, the soldier would draw his sword. He led the mare forward. The first soldier stepped into the road as they approached, hand raised in the universal signal for stop. Kael stopped. The mare stopped. Mira stopped beside them with the expression of someone who had decided that whatever was about to happen, her input would not change it. "Identification," the soldier said. Kael looked at him with the careful attention of someone cataloguing details. Young, twenty-five at most. Competent posture but not veteran competence. The kind of soldier wh

He rushed to climb on the wall surface to peek outside. But before he came near to it, he was halted by one of the soldiers. The soldier was wearing steel armor and a helmet. Only his thick brows, round eyes, and bearded face were showing. "Hey Kid, what were you doing? You're not allowed here. Go home, quickly, " said the soldier while showing a worried look on his face. His hands were gripping tightly on his bow. But Yman noticed that his quiver was empty.

Eunho was expecting to face an arrogant Prince Minho, but instead he was faced with the dead corpse of one of his soldiers. He clenched his teeth in fury at the scene. The soldier’s head was cut off cleanly and blood was pooled beneath the body. He remembered the soldier happily talking about his wife and kids. He was constantly working hard to earn money for his family.

He had his eyes closed and both of his hands were interlocking with each other on his lap, seemingly deep in meditation. The first soldier swallowed. ‘I remember there are some stone stairs here… But I’m wearing armor. I’ll make too many noises trying to find footing…’ But he remembered there is a lamp right near the door, in each side of the doorway. So he carefully went to the left one, since he opened the right door. However, upon reaching the lamp, he heard a voice. “Who is it?” The soldier looked at the man, which voice echoed from his direction. The soldier swallowed and gathered his courage

I need to see for myself that Livy’s body isn’t here, that Vanessa wasn’t allowed to turn to ash leaving little to bury. “We have a survivor,” a deep voice booms. My vision blurs around the edges as my heart rate spikes and I race towards the voice two others slowly lift bodies out of the way. As I get closer, I realize at once it is too long to be Livy, and far too broad to be Vanessa. But I recognize the soldier’s shape from his sharp angles and well-muscled long limbs. We've served several tours together, both in the city and on the frontlines. He's not just my best friend, he's my comrade, my brother.

UNKNOWN SOLDIER : Forgive the unruly manner in which I came in here general but the guards were stopping me from coming in and I have an important news which absolutely could not wait ( He replies in an apologetic tone with the general still staring at him with anger visible in his face) COMMANDER R. STANTON : What you have said now does not help your case soldier. The reason the guards did not allow you in is because I ordered that no-one be let in until this meeting was over but you went ahead to do what you liked and barge in here, making a whole lot of noise with your entry, I should punish you for this. Take him away. ( The

I knew the strength of a soldier was forged in their trials, and I was not here to show lenience. "Listen closely," I said, my voice steely and deliberate, cutting through the humid air as I surveyed the weary soldier before me. "You're not just battling against your own limits; you're fighting for your entire team. They depend on you. Now, rise and complete this training." The soldier's expression shifted from fatigue to fierce determination as he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling from exhaustion but his spirit unyielding.

The soldier was waving his hand to the one taking the picture, but the nurse looked in grimace while looking at the camera. “Adira,” Chadwick called her name again. “I know the answer,” she murmured. As soon as she said that the wind calmed down. The door stopped from opening and closing at there didn’t hear any scream around. “What?” he asked. “The soldier who gave me the notes,” Adira said, “he’s wearing a ring on his finger.” Chadwick had an accusatory frown in the middle of his brows. He did not notice the ring on the soldier’s finger because he was too busy being so scared.