Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

I could not imagine the horrible things Trent would have done to me if I had not fought against him and if Xander had not come to save me. We arrived at the pack and we both headed straight for bed. We were both exhausted from the long day we had had and we knew that there was going to be more ahead of us the following day. The following day, Xander went to comfort the soldiers who had lost their comrades and friends in the war. I went for the families that had lost their families in the war.

t matter what time frame it is, I wish only one chance and I will win that trophy that I haven"t won in my life. I will not even put cigarettes or alcohol in my mouth. And I will be happy. I will never exhaust myself. I will be respectful to my competitors as always. This is my promise to myself. I want one chance, just one chance… " Xerxes gave his last breath after these words ... *** "Ah .. what a sweet baby…" "It looks just like me." "Oh come on, you took your eyes from me, you see it too." "I know my life, I"m just kidding." A minute… Do these people call me a baby? Are you young people aware of who you are talking to? Isn"t it a shame to talk to an old man like that? Ha? Why are my han

There was a loud cry in the direction of the camp followed by voices. The soldiers assigned to her ran up to her and gestured for her to follow; they made their way quickly through the smoke and fire. Practically everything was either on fire of had burnt to ashes, the smoke stung her eyes and burned her throat. She strained to see what was in front of her. Someone familiar flew past the corner of her eye. It was him; he was here to get her. This wasn’t good at all. The soldiers led her past the clearing and a little bit into the woods, Xavier stood waiting. He turned to his men.

A soldier approached, young, maybe twenty, with a crossbow slung over his shoulder and burns covering half his neck. His eyes flicked between us, landing on me with barely concealed horror. "What... what happened out there? Where are the others?" Marcus didn't answer, he just kept walking while the soldier followed. "Marcus, I asked you a question. Gregor, Hale, the triplets, where are they?" "Not now, Davies." "Not now?" The soldier's voice rose. "We sent thirty-two warriors with you! You come back with this outsider and half your face burnt off, and you tell me to wait?"

Rowan exhaled slowly. “Well… that’s definitely more than last time.” Marcus looked toward Theron. “How many?” Theron answered without hesitation. “Enough to start a war.” The hunters finally stepped into the edge of the torchlight at the valley entrance. One of them moved to the front. Tall. Armored. His cloak bore the largest crimson moon symbol of them all. Rowan tilted his head. “Please tell me that’s not their leader.” Theron’s face had gone pale. “It is.”

"If this is about—" "It's not. I'm not with Reaper. I swear." Torch looked at both of us. "I know you don't trust me. Hell, I wouldn't trust me either. But I want to help. I'm tired of my dad's bullshit. Tired of the violence. I want the alliance to work." "Why?" I asked. "Because my sister is pregnant. And I don't want my niece or nephew growing up in a war zone." He ran his hand through his hair. "I want them to have what you and Jackson are building. A future that's not just blood and revenge."

The first speaker was an unshaven man who had bizarre tattoos etched into his forehead, it was Ferrik, Centurion of the 30th Cohort “Alright, what are these complaints then?” “Eight soldiers from five Cohorts have been involved in a series of brawls that has sent them to the detainment pits. These men are Legionnaires Thane, Daries, Krol and Molag as well as Spearmen Randall, Lumins and Brol” Ferrik continued

Alexander’s men were in every open space , so trying to sneak to the stables was almost an impossible mission – but my kind hearted people helped us to hide. Creating a spark , makes the sticks explode with fury fire. It had awaken from it’s death sleep , roaring promises to devour anything that touches it. I heard the soldiers toy with my people – which made my blood boil. They scared them , taunted them and playfully swayed the lit stick before their eyes. I had watched the way my people took steps back from the fire touch , but this only invited the soldiers to cruelly mock them by stepping closer. I am brought back from the nightmare that will surely reply in my head over and over again

“Ugh! The narrow-eyed soldier closed his eyes as he looked at the blades coming at him. The moment in which death lived But then he heard a crash near his ear. collision! The voice that rang out at the same time, “Back off! The narrow-eyed soldier opened his eyes and looked ahead. The owner of the voice was spears with a childish face. It's Yao Tai. “Hoo.” The soldier leaned back, as if running, glad he had escaped. After space was created between Yao Tie to wave his spear, he put on a suspicious smile in a way. “It has been a long time.