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

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.

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

Vivian continued coldly, "over the past seven years, your medical expenses and the living allowance we gave you add up to 750 thousand dollars. Cassian and I accompanied you to the hospital 320 times. And what did we get in return? "What we got was you joining forces with Logan and Sienna to accuse us of abusing you—of starving you. Mom, you truly have no pity at all for your eldest son." The onlookers, realizing they had been misled, erupted in anger. "At first, I thought the old lady was pitiful. Turns out the eldest son is the real victim. His father died, and his mother doesn't love him. He paid and worked to support her, and in the end, he gets slandered!

“Ethan, I know you’re in there! “Mom! It’s me, Lisa! Please help me! “I’ve realized my mistake! Please help me pay off my debts!” I stood in front of the French window, holding a cup of hot tea. I looked at the petite figure downstairs, soaked to the bone. She knelt there, bowing repeatedly until her forehead bled. Blood and rain streamed down her face, making her look utterly miserable. However, I felt nothing. A person like her was not worth any sympathy.

I hadn’t intended to go, but Jane said it might be worth seeing his final downfall, like closing the chapter on the misfortune he once brought into my life. Through the glass of the visitation room, I saw Hugh again. He was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, his hair dirty and disheveled. Due to the backlash from his own misfortune, his once-handsome face was covered with red, unhealing pustules, giving him a terrifying, almost grotesque appearance. The moment he saw me, he lunged toward the glass, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “Edward… why? How did you beat me?” He ground his teeth as he said, “I was the one who was supposed to be favored! The Heavens were on my side!”

He mused as he looked at me with a glint of excitement. “Why is that?” I asked, frowning a little. He shrugged, “Being a librarian is far more interesting than working as a servant.” “So what is this book and why is it in this glass case?” Victor scratched his chin as he had a faraway look in his eyes. “Let me recall. This book is said to be evil and I think when King Brigdain’s army fought with the witch who cursed them, she accidentally left the book behind. But it had something sinister about it. The book could not be destroyed in any way no matter how hard one tried. Not knowing what to do with it, King Brigdain put it in this toughened glass that is hard to break and put it in a corner,