Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

Attacking the enemy was turn easy, they offered little resistance against our current assault as if their defenses were fragile. As I walked towards their tents I noticed one strange soldier standing there. His face twisted painfully; gigantic eyes looked at the unseen horror in a desperate appeal: I grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground with no effort on my part. "Where is Lord Xeik's tent?" I became angry and hissed to her at a low tone. The soldier’s eyes rolled in his head and he nodded frantically toward the center of the base with his finger trembling on the trigger. "Over there," he stammered.

Lancers and knights met them as a steady stream of red blood began to flow down the road toward a gutter as the Menians fell. “Let’s regroup!” Termâs called the retreated soldiers together. He looked into their blood-splattered faces. They stared back at him with a ghostly white blankness on their faces. “Where is Sacio?” His voice suddenly changed, and he began to run down the hill. “Sacio!” Termâs fell to his knees and as he did so he saw a lone soldier still cutting a path through the werewolves. “Hurry! We need to help him!”

Hooves clacked against the earth, resounding across the plain as the steady beat grew louder. Soldiers clad in their gothic armour sat upon their high steeds as they followed after the lead of their general. Xander glanced behind him at the men before urging them to keep up. He had been travelling for a few hours upwards to Tefflander Village where the rebellion was seemingly getting worse.

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.

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I refused to let them weaken my resolve.

Slips the flint back into a pouch like it’s nothing. We stare. He shrugs. “Always carry flint. You never know when you’ll need it.” “And the torch?” Charlie asks. He casually grabs one off a wall sconce. “They’re stored along the walls. You know—to light the way down.” We all burst out laughing. “Alright, smart ass,” I say, “hand out some torches.” Odysseus frowns. “Smart ass?” Xander facepalms with that silent groan of his. “No time for explaining colloquialisms. We’ve got work to do.”

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.

He immediately brought his rifle up high and stabbed him again with his fixed bayonet directly through his rotting gut, sending the enemy soldier into agonizing death screams before it finally surrendered its cursed life. Not stopping for a second, he swung round to face two other assailants that had jumped into his Fox-Hole. One attempted to batter the Imperial with what looked like a spiked club, the soldier ducked right and slashed upwards from down low, castrating and disemboweling the traitor in one clean motion as it dropped to the side clutching it's stinking guts. The second rushed its way past its former comrade clutching a Lasrifle fixed with a rusted bayonet. The Imperial swatted