Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

The man hunched over, coughing profusely. “An excruciatingly painful death it is.” Kene made to hit him again but I caught his hand and he stepped back. I stood over the man’s hunched body, disgust filling my belly. He wasn’t a half breed, he was a full fledged human. “What is your name?” I asked. He raised his head until he was staring me dead in the eye. “My name is Oregon, soldier and defender of Whitlock and….” “Where is Vico, Oregon?”

"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 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.

Even Merrick turned from the window. Xander didn’t look down. His back was straight. His crown caught the torchlight and threw it across the floor. I stood behind him with Akim in my arms and my chest hurt in a way I didn’t have words for. “There is something bigger coming,” Xander said. His voice didn’t shake. “I saw it. In the tunnels under us. It moved through the stone like it was born there. It wasn’t a wolf. It wasn’t a man.” He paused. “Burning them won’t stop it.”

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.

If Yang Xiao did not say more, he was really afraid that there would be a misunderstanding in the future. "Alright Muxue, I can tell you, but you must be mentally prepared!" Yang Xiao took a deep breath and said slowly. At this point in time, it was obvious that his identity as the sharpness of the country could no longer be hidden. He might as well tell Tang Muxue, but his identity as the Dragon Lord was still a secret. Tang Muxue said sternly, "Go ahead, I'm ready!" Looking at Tang Muxue's sincere expression, Yang Xiao said solemnly, "Actually, my identity is the No. 1 Soldier King of Tianfu, and the previous captain of the Eastern Divine Eagle Special Forces."

" --- Hours passed. Night fell. There seemed to be no end to the battle. Orange flames filled the air next to the west wall, illuminating the battle ground. Warriors were exhausted. Some were injured. No, making it in to redeposition they still fought the battle. The battle raged around me and I was sweating profusely. Then I saw him. Lucian. He was coming towards me on foot. Slowly. Calmly. Like it didn't matter that we had a million crazes ailing us all around. He wasn't to move within several feet of it. "Xander." I stared at him. An army was brought into my home by you.