Soldier X Torcher Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you are ready for this war? This is so much worse than anything we have ever encountered.” “I want to avenge the death of Luna Elena. I want to join this war; that is the only way to redeem myself.” Xavier couldn’t stop him. If he believed this was his way of redeeming himself, he had to let him do that. “Then it will be an honour to fight beside you in this war.” “Soldiers advance.” Sir Duncan sounded the alarm, and the soldiers took their steps forward. The slaths and Foth’s armies also approached, and from what he observed, it was in batches of twenty thousand. Their formation was tight and impenetrable. Or so it seemed.

Hell, my mind was already painting our gruesome ways I was going to die out here. Maybe, just maybe the wild animals would get to me first, or perhaps the cold would actually turn me into nothing but an ice statue. Just when I was giving up hope totally, I saw it. Torchlight, then the voice came next, just to be accompanied by movement I froze. I didn't mean to, but I did, and it was all thanks to the sight in front of me. They weren't Xavier's guards, nor did they belong to Xander. They didn't look like they had any ties to Helena too. These voices were different, rough, unfamiliar, and threaded with confusion rather than cruelty.

Another man came from behind, but before he could grab me, Carlo kicked him so hard he crashed into a tree. “Stay close to me,” Carlo ordered. I didn’t argue. The warriors were relentless, attacking from every direction. No matter how many we knocked down, more kept coming. It was like they were endless. Then, suddenly, a loud snarl echoed through the trees. The warriors hesitated. Then I saw them—Xeros and Alexander, leading a group of men, storming toward us. Xeros’ face was like thunder, his golden eyes burning with rage. Alexander looked just as furious, his sharp features set in a cold glare.

"Did you come here to waste my time or do you fucking actually have something to say?" The soldier swallowed hard, then reached into his pocket. When his hand emerged, it held a small plastic toy in the shape of a ghost. Xavier stared at the item with disbelief, confusion momentarily replacing his anger. Then, as understanding dawned, a fresh wave of fury washed over him. With a roar of rage, he dropped the wine bottle and lunged at the guard, his fist connecting with the young man's face with a sickening crunch. "You think this is FUNNY?" Xavier screamed, raining blows down on the soldier who had crumpled to the floor. "My man gets attacked and you bring me a FUCKING TOY?"

"Grander managed to put many of the men to flight, but the mounted troops were completely decimated, as were the archers and builders. Some of the lords have been beheaded, some of their sons have gone over to the enemy, bringing the remaining troops." Taryn pounded her fist on the table, feeling the anger grow in her as the torch fire began to flare up more dangerous, more aggressive, to the rhythm with her anger; the small flames danced and rose upwards, getting bigger and bigger, fed by Taryn herself. She took the glass tray in front of her and threw it against one door leaf, disintegrating it, while the other opened and Elhias appeared and squinted his eyes almost struck by the tray. He

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

I really need to dial it back and reign this in! "Y-You! What are you thinking! This is the Duel of Honor! May the gods strike you down!" Tars roared having finally opened his eyes after hearing the scream of his soldier. "If they knew who I kept company with they probably would have tried already ." Christopher announced in his inhuman voice. Shrugging his shoulders. His tail whipped side to side behind him as though raring to go. "I recently had someone who kept telling me I didn't know what honor was... Maybe he was right?"

From a distance, he sighted a face that seems vaguely familiar and he turned to face the commander. “That seems like a different section,” he said. “Who are the ones there?” “Rogues from other packs and runaway soldiers,” the commander replied quickly. “Would you like to check them out?” Xavier nodded, his eyes fixed on the soldier on the bed who was now looking at him as well. Xavier walked up to his bed and stared at him, trying to pick out the face.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.