Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.

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

The stench of blood mixes the air as we arrived near the roads. Black wolves all big and with eyes that are as red as blood stood in number above the pile of dead bodies from the warriors of the West. "So long your majesty! I am glad you came back to help Xander." His voice sounded familiar but the grumpiness is different from before. Now I know completely who he is. "Rio! How dare you killed the warriors whom you have once lived with?! Those are the warriors who defended your pathetic life while you are here in the Western pack!"

“Marauder Army, listen up. We will launch an attack from the front, center and back.” After that, the one hundred thousand warriors immediately formed a pattern and rushed toward the barrier in front of them at an orderly pace. Upon seeing that, James smiled. On the other hand, Marius snorted. “Dorvus’ tricks are a child’s play. He’s shameless.” Then, he looked at James. “Master, will the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors be wasted by him or sacrificed in vain in his hands?” With a smile, James said, “No. To Dorvus, Xanthakos is sacred. He recognizes the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors as Xanthakos’ bodyguards. He won’t waste even one of them.”

A tall and cold figure appeared in front of me. "Drag her out of here. I don't want anyone dying on my turf; it's bad luck," Xander said, his eyes flashing with a hint of contempt. He waved his hand, and the dutiful werewolf soldiers on either side rushed over to grab me and drag me outside.

"When you are settled with your pretty damsel, I shall have myself a mate. Until then, let me bask happily in the sweet blend of moans and wine." Suddenly, we saw them coming from a distance, each soldier bearing a burning torch in hand. The men squirmed, agitated. Every hand found his weapon, eyes glowing golden in the dark, adrenaline pumping into every artery. Their growls quietened the chirpings of the crickets as we took over the night.

The soldier's body convulsed, the life draining from him until Xandros tossed him aside like a discarded rag. Thane froze, his stomach churning. Shadows began to pulse around Xandros as the blood gave it strength. A second soldier swung his sword. The blade struck the creature's arm but bounced off harmlessly. Xandros’s claws ripped upward, severing the man's arm from his shoulder. The soldier screamed, stumbling back, but Xandros didn't give him time to fall. It lunged forward, grabbing the man's head and pulling sharply until his neck stretched unnaturally. The creature snapped his head off with one powerful jerk, holding it briefly before throwing it into the crowd.

I was done dealing with Soul Stealers. The moment we returned to town, I was greeted with the sight of my old friend. Torch’s figure in the distance stood right next to the sculpture Flame had been pacing along; with his familiar massive shoulder spikes, and masses of black metal glinting in the bright sunlight. His white singlet with colourful overlapping triangles rippled in the breeze, and his blue drawstring shorts matched his thongs perfectly. However, as Torch moved from the sculpture to greet me, I could see that he wasn’t the same kid I remembered.

"I have no doubt that you will. You are needed to hold the eastern flank. With a determined gaze, Lena nodded. "It will be held. That's something you can rely on." Kyra continued on and discovered Xander working with a group of ex-soldiers who had joined their cause close to the camp's edge. Xander had shown his worth despite the early skepticism, his understanding of the warlord's strategies crucial. Kyra cried out to him, "Xander," grabbing his attention. "How are things progressing here?" Xander stood up straight and wiped his forehead. "We're moving forward quite well. These guys are willing to prove themselves and are skilled fighters."

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.