Soldier's Heart Book Novels & Stories

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

So I had no idea what horrors I would come to. “In here, healer.” The soldier who had been accompanying me stopped suddenly, almost making me bump into him. When I had regained my composure, I noticed that we were outside one of the healing chambers and there were drops of blood all over the floor. Swallowing my nervousness, I entered the room only to have my heart almost leap out of my chest. The soldier was lying on the bed unconscious and there was blood all over him. However, the scariest part wasn’t the blood but the three deep claw marks on his abdomen that had cut through skin right down to the bone.

The operating room doors closed like the final page of a book. In an instant, Yvonne and I were cut apart, as though we had been pushed into two different worlds. I wanted to laugh, but something caught in my throat. A metallic taste spread through my mouth, and something darker, heavier, sank inside my chest. Hopelessness was growing in me. I stood behind the hose cabinet like a broken statue for what felt like an eternity. By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears.

"And our baby has the best mother they could ask for. Someone who fights even when fighting means lying still." The words carry me through the darkness. Through the bleeding that continues through the night. Through the terror that maybe this time the heartbeat won't be there. But when morning comes, when we're in Dr. Torres's actual office for the first time because he wants better equipment—the heartbeat is there. Stronger. Faster. A tiny warrior refusing to surrender. Just like their mother. Just like the heart that built them.

This time, they were in front of him. Isabella was being held down on her knees by a dark soldier, a sword placed on her throat. “We meet again, warrior”. The dark soldier said with a hint of mockery in his voice. “Don’t you dare touch her” Isaiah said approaching cautiously even as the gas was wearing him down and blurring his vision, he was fighting it. “Fuck you bastard” The dark soldier growled and plunged the sword into her chest, ripping her heart out. “Nooooo…… He screamed out in reality, his body was drenched in sweat. It was a dream that felt so real just like how he lost his family.

he murmured, his voice fading into silence as his grip on my hand loosened. I stared at his lifeless body, my heart heavy with guilt. I carefully retrieved the letter and promised I would honor his final wish. As his breathing slowed, a tear slipped down my cheek. Later, I learned the soldier’s story. He was a single father who had joined the battle for the commission promised to soldiers. His child, too sick to wait for his return, had passed away shortly after he left. But he was not even aware of this. The weight of his sacrifice crushed me. This wasn’t just a war. It was a tragedy fueled by greed and hatred. It was a massacre of souls.

A nurse mixed up the reports and told them that she was suffering from kidney failure. Matthew's eyes welled with tears. He clutched the doctor's coat and shouted, "Give her my kidney! Take both if you have to! If I lose her, I don't want to live anymore!" Once they realized it was a mistake, the man who ruled the boardroom with a cold heart crouched in the hospital hallway, sobbing like a child. "Thank God, Danielle. I'm so glad you're okay." People around her often warned that as Matthew's empire grew, he would inevitably attract countless admirers. Yet he treated her so well that she couldn't muster even a trace of suspicion.

"My soldiers were supposed to secure the Heart." "Not erase it." Before anyone could respond— a scream echoed from within the darkness. One of the Order's soldiers stumbled into view. His eyes glowed crimson. His face was twisted with terror. "Run!" He cried. "It's inside us!" The soldier suddenly froze. Black veins spread across his skin. His body dissolved into dark particles. Gone. Without a trace. The silence that followed was unbearable. Victor slowly stepped backward. "I think we've just discovered an even bigger problem."

He pushed in the heavy door to the king’s council chambers and stormed in. Eros was standing before the flaming hearth, observing something in his hands. Dagen’s sudden intrusion made him jump. With or without intention, the object in his hands fell into the fire. As Dagen stepped in, he saw the pages started to burn. It was an exquisite notebook with a short line of handwriting was beautifully scribbled on the front page. Tora’s Diary. -- King’s Harbor

"I thought Yvonne married into a wealthy family. Turns out she picked up deadweight." "Serves him right. He's a loser but still acts arrogant. He deserves what he's getting." Every cruel word stabbed into my ears like tiny daggers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point arguing with people who were about to die.