Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

" Xavier's eyes flew open. The torches on the wall flared. Xavier: "Ashur..." Ceres: "Does it mean anything to you?" Xavier: (barely breathing) "I've heard it... in my dreams. Screamed it. As the world burned. Suddenly, a loud boom shook the marble floors. A fire beacon ignited outside the tower. Xavier: "They've found me." Ceres: "Who?" He turned, eyes glowing faintly gold. Xavier: "The ones who remember what I am." A Mother's Quiet Fury

I think his Sherman, Markan, and Jasper’s mouths gaped at Xeno. “He belongs to a special force where they hunt demons in the mortal world,” I explained to them. “He’s the captain of one of the corps.” “That’s great then, I am happy to meet amazing people in this cursed place.” Sherman offered his hand to Xeno and Xeno respectfully took his hand for a short handshake. Sherman introduced the others to him and told Xeno everything that happened and how I ended up being in this place.

Forest C H A P T E R 3 7 H E M I L I A The sun goes down and the night sky is already here, the soldiers cheered as they clinked their glass of beers. As I smiled sheepishly, maybe a little bit intoxicated. "And you know this is how she hates me. Because of my dick again." David, the talkative dick man sat next to me again saying that he missed our talk because I wasn't grossed out by the fact he had a small dick but didn't want to admit it.

The silence of the Mercy Vault was shattered, not by an explosion, but by the horrific, rhythmic thud of thousands of boots hitting the permafrost in perfect unison. Xander stood at the mouth of the ice tunnel, his silhouette framed by the harsh, blue light of the tactical trucks. He wasn't the man I had shared bread with in the schoolhouse. The orange brand on his chest had bled upward, a lattice of glowing circuitry that seemed to have rewired his very nervous system. He stood with a rigid, military grace, his eyes no longer bloodshot, but a flat, terrifyingly clear violet.

"Yes, Dario." After answering that, Gio returned his attention to the road as if he really wanted to keep an eye on the cars entering the Light Sun area. Dario initially chose to remain silent and just wait, but curiosity got the better of him. He finally decided to ask, "Boss, who is this person who is much stronger than Gerrard Wolf?" "That person is ... Xavier Myer." Dario repeated the name. He racked his brain to find information about the name he had actually heard somewhere before.

“What is this? A new horror?” August looked around. “Strike a torch, just one and give it to me.” One of the soldiers did just that, even though his hands shook. He took the torch and motioned for them to move back into the constricted tunnel. He then raised the torch to look at the walls where the hissing sound originated.

"Come closer, sit down, and extinguish the torch." The soldiers frowned but obediently did as told. They gathered closely around him, almost cuddling together when they sat on the bare earth. To take as little space as possible because they remembered the flesh-eating tendency of the dome around them, they pulled their long legs close to their study chests until they looked akin to bloody and dirty packages - if packages were made out of muscles. Strangely, they suddenly felt as if their breath grew lighter, and exhausted sighs rang in the air. Then, with a glance at their commander, the torch-holder extinguished the fire while simultaneously wondering when the flames had become so small tha

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

“HIDE IN THAT STONE CAGE AND I’LL RIP IT TO THE GROUND WITH YOU INSIDE!” I laughed. Not out loud. But deep. Deep where the rage lived. Damon stepped beside me. “You want me to shoot him?” “Not yet,” I whispered. I grabbed a torch from the brazier. Walked to the edge of the wall. And hurled it down onto the oil-slick trench below. The flames erupted like the breath of gods. Xavier’s front line screamed as they burned. Horses bucked. Men scattered. I raised my blade and pointed it at him.