The Legendary Soldier Novels & Stories

My feet instinctively stopped so I could look at it. I stared at it for a long moment. They were a good-looking family, tall and possessing a powerful charisma that stood out even in a photograph. "Ah, that's Sir's family," Elena softly murmured when she noticed me staring. I looked at her, and she gave a shy smile as she pointed to the picture. "That's Sir Xerxes, Sir Zach's eldest brother. And the youngest sister is Zendaya." They were standing with their sister in the middle. Zach and his older brother looked almost identical. However, his brother looked much more serious than Zach.

“Every village that shelters loyalists to the crown will answer for its defiance.” The woman fell to her knees, shielding the child behind her. “We’ve done nothing wrong.” The soldier’s expression remained unchanged. “You chose the wrong king.” He raised his sword. Lucien’s crimson eyes hardened. Before anyone could stop him, he drove his heels into his horse’s sides and charged down the hill. The thunder of hooves echoed across the valley. Every head turned toward the approaching rider. The rebel soldiers smiled at first, believing another ally had arrived. Their smiles vanished the moment they recognized the black armor, the crimson cloak, and the unmistakable Sword of Night.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

"I'm not going to collapse... in front of thousands of people." She was right. We couldn't show weakness now. I turned, wrapping my right arm firmly around her waist so I could discreetly support most of her weight, and surveyed the Valley of Sighs. The scene looked as though an ancient battle painting had been carved into the frozen landscape. Before us, on the scorched snowfield, nearly five thousand surviving soldiers of the Southern Legion knelt in the mud. Their black and gold imperial armor was covered in soot, and discarded spears and shields lay scattered across the ground. Above them, along the jagged mountain ridges surrounding the valley, stretched Lucius's rebel army of ten thous

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.

Then straight through it, there was no movement, no audible sound of it hitting anything it struck something off in the distance. "Illusion magic?" One soldier asked. "That means he must have lived.." Another spoke up making no effort to hide his fear. "Do you have any idea have any idea how many souls have been betrayed by the Kingdom of Albrael? How many would be willing to flood from the gates of all the hells both as a chance for revenge and redemption. That died by the crowns lies...That died for them.." His voice whispered through the dark. "THEY ARE LEGION!" The silhouette Snapped it's head in the direction of the soldiers and began moving. Silence. It made no sound at all. It first b

“Alvah!” Charlie shouts out as she throws off the sword that she managed to grab from the bushes. They were in the renaissance period, fighting off a swindler who was just escaping from the group of medieval soldiers. Alvah catches the sword and swings it right into the swindlers stomach. Charlie blew off some of the hair that’s gotten out of her bun. She thought of how ironic things have turned out right now. She recalled how she used to be the one being chased. Now, she’s the one chasing them.

Oddly, he feels no pain from the mortal blow, only a light sting in the stretched skin under his arm, torn by the princess’ spear. “She was bait for the true predator,” he realizes quietly to himself, his head drooping to his chest. “Ancestors welcome me...” His dying breath paints its last stroke into this green hell, the canvas complete. A true legend is a soul who has passed, whose legacy can no longer be continued or sullied.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

Yassi heard a soldier complain to the soldier he was talking to as well. "Don't speak like that. The prince will not let Yeran fall into the hands of the barbarians. And even if the prince is wounded he prefers to fight with us. He will not leave us no matter what happens. And I am ready to die for a person like him who has strong principles and love for the country under his father's rule," replied the soldier he was talking to.