Soldier Of Misfortune Book Novels & Stories

He saw his move then and closed the space between them by giving the gold soldier a roundhouse kick that landed on its right jaw. Marlon landed on his feet and continued to punch the figure. His hands moved quick, but not quick enough to evade the soldiers grasp. He had Marlon by his arm and he felt it being manipulated to move in an awkward angle. He ground his teeth at the pain. He caught the soldier off guard and kicked the soldiers knee with all his might. He let him go only stunned. He backed away from him and looked at the golden book he was still holding. A lock and a latch appeared. He touched the lock and felt a prick on his finger. Then it opened.

" My trusted apprentice, It is with a heavy heart that I write you this letter for by the time you acquire it, I will be know more. The book wrapped in the package I sent you is the reason why I'll loose my life. An evil sorcerer stole it from the owner and planned to use it for his nefarious intents. I learnt about this and managed to take it from him without his notice but my cover did not last as he discovered the truth. He sent me a letter two days ago telling me that he'll visit me by the week's end. I know that the book is no longer safe in my hands, so I will give it to a secret messenger to hide it in your room one of the days when you leave and then deliver this letter to you only

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

The soldiers broke down doors and struck down whoever was slow to speak or defiant. Later on, the soldiers came back each with information on my whereabouts. Some said I had died from shrinking fluid, some said I was hiding at the Red Queen's castle, some said I had returned to my world and one said I had traveled to the Hatters mansion. The screams stilled and all that was heard was the whistling of the wind that carried the smell of blood. The soldiers and the satisfied General galloped back to the castle, hoping to reach the gates before sundown.

She had enough weight to sink in just like the foolhardy man she wanted to rescue. The men arranged themselves, the soldier in front, holding her other hand as she entered, and the victim raised his hands, eager to be rescued.Her hands connected with his gently, her hard hands connecting with soft ones. She was not supposed to be curious, but she wondered how the rest of him would feel. And he smelled nice too, despite the stench of the mud. She shook herself mentally as she tried to lock hands properly with him. This was not the time to think about nice smelling men, a life was at stake.

My soldier who had the keys betrayed me. “Call the soldier who has the keys”. I order the soldiers standing near me. He bows and soon returns with the soldier who has the keys. He is scared. I move towards him and snatch the keys from him. I open the lock and pick a flambeau. I enter inside the dungeon and move towards the room which has the maze.

" No. Whoever it was must be a Version only they know how to unlock the gates of Zakheaven and only they have the keys." The soldier informs us as we climbed into the glass boat. My stomach turned at the sight of the cursed water just an inch away from under my feet and my only protection was a piece of glass that was easily shattered with one shot. Manor whimpers as the soldier pushed the boat to open water and jumped in fear causing the boat to rock side to side. I immediately put my arms around him. " Don't focus on that, focus only on me, my pet. " I whispered to his ear as I pat his head.

"Before I forget, her number is nine." Michael Sario closed the door, leaving him with the last thing he felt comfortable being alone with. He'd changed, though. He was no longer weak and unpredictable. He was a Fortunate of Sario blood, and he was capable of keeping an Unfortunate under his thumb. Kade looked to the Unfortunate for the second time. She slipped out a tiny sliver of her wet, pink tongue and moistened her lower lip. Something pulled tight in his abdomen at the sight, and he pushed out of his chair.

Another lady came in. "You see you see your life? That's what we were telling you. Auntie SPEC, always craving for young boys in multi-colored socks, cross bag, and iPhone. 'I LOVE GUYS WITH BEARDS' Just take a look at your aftermath. You said you wanted to 'chop' life. I hope you have enjoyed it to your fullest. It definitely gave you more than you bargained for. Werey (Madwoman) You also wanted to feel among and 'oppress'. You finally ended up being the one oppressed. Do you think that a well-to-do guy would marry a liability like you? After living your life recklessly, you think you can lift the burden of your deserved consequences and put it on his head? No way! A man shall pay for his