The Legendary Soldier Novels & Stories

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.

"If you do not see it. It cannot hurt you" Everyone has one 'soldier'... or more... that they are born with. 'Soldiers of the soul' where you know them, you trust them, but you are convinced they are your 'instincts' instead of your 'invisible friend' from long ago. They walk in the shadows and are always with you... Even when you are lost and alone, though they cannot come into the light, but they can warn you from things they are able to see. Have you ever felt like that?

Her mother would always say. At least mist men don’t. Storm sat up from the bed and reached for a photo frame on the bedside table. It was a picture of Tasha and a man, a man who looked slightly like Tasha. She stared at the two, Tasha’s laugh and the way her arms were clung tightly round the man’s waist, The man in the picture caught her attention. He was tall and muscular, with sharp, chiseled features and a strong jawline. His hair was dark and tousled, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.

She hoped that this was going to be a good sign for them all. "Of course I know what comes after the death of an unprepared man, the battles here and there," Lial responded, breathing heavily. "I just hope that Levi is doing okay."

She was looking for the stories of Kaelen, the Steel General. Kaelen was a legend. He was the most powerful warrior in the world. People said he was so tall that he had to duck to enter a normal house. They said his skin was covered in the scars of a thousand battles, and his sword was so heavy that no other man could even lift it. Lyra had never seen him. No one in Oakhaven had. He was a shadow that moved across the world, bringing fire and steel to his enemies. But in Lyra’s head, he was very real.

You didn't come into this world with a crown, yet you act as if you deserve one. "And if you really think having some screws loose gives you the right to do whatever you want, then yes, I'd be scared." My mouth might as well have been dipped in venom. After a few rounds of this, Ken's shoulders were trembling with stifled laughter. His team members behind him were also turning red, trying not to laugh. Dustin and Sandy turned livid, left speechless with no way to save face. Finally, forced by wounded pride, they scoffed, "We won't stoop to arguing with someone like you!"

Alright, alright… he wasn't a saint anymore—this was a full-blown legend! But how had such a "saint" survived? When he was weak, why hadn't someone killed him? Ray investigated further. It turned out Alexander was straightforward to a fault. The sixteen men and women were eager to cling to him, constantly asking questions and trying to probe his situation. Alexander, in turn, shared everything completely. Before the apocalypse, he had been a soldier, a special forces operative. He'd retired only a year prior. Simply put, he was a warrior king—capable of handling a dozen ordinary men bare-handed.

“I tore through every tome in my keeping, page after page. There was no record of this. No mention of flesh burning from within, or veins lighting with molten lava. Nothing.” He lifted his gaze to Lucien’s, the candlelight catching the unease in his eyes. “I swear it on the moon, my lord… I have never seen anything like it. Not in any war, not in any legend. The blood… it defies everything I know.” Lucien’s jaw tightened once. His knuckles whitening against the edge of the table. He inclined his head to the smallest degree. The healer and the general bowed and slipped out, the tent flap fell shut behind them, muffling the dawn sounds. For a long moment, he sat there, the candlelight flicking

He raised his hands up to express his frustration before he quickly turned around to leave, my face still frozen with that shocked expression as I could only stare after him, words evading me. What...the fuck just happened... "Wait, Nate-" My father tried to stop him as he rose up, barely managing to utter those words when he suddenly whipped back around, staring him down with a scowl on his face, "Don't worry, Lysander, you'll have your stupid wedding. And that stupid ritual. I'm not THAT dumb. I will not jeopardise the lives of my people, just because I'm feeling like a fucking coward," Wait, was that a jab at me?

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead ???? The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged Italian countryside. Lucious, captain of the Roman legion, led his two most trusted soldiers, Marcus and Gaius, through the dense forest. Their mission was clear: infiltrate the camp of runaway gladiators and uncover the identity of their leader.