The Oh Hellos Soldier Poet King Lyrics Novels & Stories

A soldier said walking into the tent. He knelt down before the king his head bowed facing the ground. King Saga faced him with a scowl on his face. This is the second time we were being interrupted. "Speak soldier!" Queen Rebecca yelled back in equal frustration. The soldier looked up at her. "Do not look at the Queen!" A Hydra blurted out, sounded like Louis. Oh what am I saying? They all look and sound the same. The soldier winced at the spite and authority in the hydras voice and quickly looked back to the ground.

“Hopefully they are here. But we must face what is happening now and this is the right time for us to strengthen ourselves and fight, until the water in this world runs out, while there is water left, we will fight until the last drop of water in this world.” “Long live King Aqua!” the soldier shouted without minding that the CanFes might hear them. “Long live King Aqua!” another soldier shouted, following the first one. “Long live King Aqua!” and everyone in the dungeon followed the first two soldier that made a chain of cheering up everyone.

Wars become our shadow, haunting us down, We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown. They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram, Unknown that they only want us to go scram. -G -==- "Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."

"I will ensure that our soldiers are ready, Alpha Caleb. We shall stand united against Selena's tyranny." As the guards hustled to prepare the defenses, Alpha Caleb addressed his soldiers. Their faces mirrored his determination, their loyalty unshakable. "We face a formidable adversary," he said, his voice ringing with conviction. "But remember, we fight for the safety of our pack, for our loved ones, and for the memory of our fallen comrade, Ethan." The soldiers roared in unison, their voices echoing through the kingdom. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble, as if responding to their united battle cry. They armed themselves, their weapons glinting ominously under the moonlight.

“When did you become this brave?” I shrug, returning the smile. ‎ ‎By sunset, the yard glows in gold light. The soldiers stand in formation, armor shining, eyes fierce. ‎ ‎I climb the training platform and raise my voice. “In barely twenty-four hours, we'll march to defend everything we love. And I know what you’re thinking, our Queen lies in bed, cursed, our King is locked in rage, and the future looks grim.” ‎ ‎A few murmurs ripple through the ranks, but I push through.

And a single moment that did not belong among them. Eyes meeting mine. Unmoving. Unafraid. My fingers tighten slightly at my side. Barely noticeable. Barely controlled. “What is her name?” I ask. This time, I ask. The soldier lifts his head just enough to answer. “Kiana, my king.” The name settles into silence. Different from the others. Unnecessary. And yet… remembered. A pause follows. Too long to be meaningless. Too heavy to ignore. Then the soldier speaks again.

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.

Not enough for a soldier to notice. But enough for a king. “Lyra.”

"All hail King Erin!! All hail King Erin!!!" "That's right, I'm your new King!" I opened my arms wide as I welcomed their hearty salutations, it felt weird but I couldn't help but be happy, it was as though the title was meant for me since the beginning of time. Glancing around me, the field was a great mess, several soldiers had given up their lives just to serve me. One had his stomach open wide with his guts exposed to wandering eyes. Another had a long slash in his neck, his eyes wide open for the vultures to munch on as snacks.

If King Damien didn’t wake up in time, everyone would die! “My King…My King! The Lycans are here!!” the soldier cried into Damien’s ears. This time, Damien’s eyelids fluttered.