Soldier's Heart Book Novels & Stories

My pulse spiked. I turned. Nothing. Just empty streets. Dark buildings. Shadows. The soldier's face turned white. "No." His voice cracked. "No, that's impossible." Tears suddenly filled his eyes. The exact same thing that had happened on the fortress wall. The illusion. The manipulation. Someone dead. Someone he loved. Renn grabbed him immediately. "Don't look!" Too late. The soldier began walking forward. Slowly. Like a man entering a dream. "I missed you." The words barely escaped his lips.

I stepped out. “Hey!” I froze. A soldier came round the corner, holding a lighted wooden stick. My heart hammered furiously against my rib cage. Why isn't this one in the hall with the others? Soldiers were selected based on their hearing abilities, so they could hear danger from miles away. If he comes close and hears my heart beating unusually, he'll definitely know something is wrong. And I couldn't suddenly run to the forest, he'll tear me to pieces before I even make it to five feet. My head spinned around as I thought of what to say as he hurriedly approached me.

they were taken last, I kick a few meters of the intestine scrunching up the scarred pieces of feces amidst the blood, the open cavity showing a perforated colon, a kidney, I kick out a few pieces of the torn liver finding the other kidney far away from where it should be, the stomach out of place and I finally manage to see what's missing A heart. I draw in a sharp breath through the stench of present death, walking through the bodies finding kidneys, livers, mangled lungs, and no heart. Without a fucking heart, five soldiers mutilated and left without their hearts ripped apart like meat in a butcher shop and without any heart, I walked out of the metal box going straight to meet the strong

A scream tore from my throat as his sword pierced my chest, slicing through my armor, missing my heart by a hair's breadth. I crumpled, my knees slamming into the ground. I pressed a hand to my chest, the blood flowing past my fingers. Gods, I was losing blood fast. I raised my head as the soldier prepared for the final blow and looked him directly in his eyes. "Weak," he snarled before bringing his sword down. I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. But there was no fear, no shock, no sadness. Nothing. They say your life flashes before your eyes, but I saw only darkness. I waited, but the blow never came. Opening my eyes, I saw Aric battling the soldier, his strikes swift and deadly.

"But if they don't believe in love's power to transform people, they've never met us." She laughed, the sound carrying across the valley like music. The bullet scar on her chest was still visible when she wore certain clothes, a permanent reminder of the night their war had ended. But rather than making her feel damaged, it served as proof of what they'd survived together. "Any news from Ghost?" she asked, noting the thick envelope in his hand.

After rechecking the first grand empty room, I heard feeble footsteps approaching from the west. Each step felt so heavy, yet with feeble sounds, I could feel the weight on my chest as my heart palpitated terribly in my chest. At that moment, I was almost overcome by regret, fear I couldn't explain. As the footsteps got a bit louder, I gazed forward to see him walking in. “Am I dying today?” My hands became sweaty, trembling by my sides. With my eyes glued to the entrance, I saw his feet, my eyes ran up to see what he looked like.

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

She is completely blank while she is working, just taking care of her responsibility and doing just what’s needed. Many times between work, her mind wants the work to end and return back to thinking about him, it wants her to return to pain. The pain of separation. she had thought the world about him, she had dreamt of her lifetime with him, nothing was happening, and everything seemed falling apart. She feels like she is a heavily wounded soldier who has lost a battle against fate and destiny.

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

He had no feelings, only desires, sensations, attraction, and the pleasure of satisfying what a woman's body could offer. Now, he felt a need for her that he could only imagine was what they called passion or even love, but he couldn't have her, and she would belong to someone else, legally, physically, and emotionally. For the first time, Tony Mythe was experiencing the sensation of having his heart shattered, and it hurt so much that he even had a crazy desire to apologize to the women he had hurt in the past.