Torcher X Soldier Novels & Stories

“Is that the same Tora who fought with the wolves in the dragon battle?” “One and the same,” Cheyenne said proudly. “My right hand. General-level scary when she’s pissed off, but the best kind of loyal. And her mate, Jax, is Gunner’s right hand and our warrior trainer. He’ll grill you a steak and gut your enemy in the same hour.” Tyler smirked. “Welcome to the family.”

Elodie gasped, her heart slamming against her ribs. Victor didn't answer. He couldn't. He was more beast than man, his eyes glowing a lethal, predatory amber that cut through the smoke. He surged out of the hole, his chest riddled with black-veined silver burns, yet he moved like a blur. He grabbed the nearest soldier by the throat, the crunch of bone echoing in the small space. "What the fuck! Get him off me!" the soldier shrieked before his voice was cut into a wet gurgle.

He knew that things could turn violent at any moment, and he was ready for it. Suddenly, one of the creatures stepped forward, throwing back its hood to reveal a face that was both terrifying and gentle. This was no humanoid specie in anyway. His face revealed the fangs like that of a ferocious saber toothed tiger. But the eyes betrayed the whole physiology. The eyes could tell you that they were kind and compassionate. He had a third eye that all of a sudden, when opened, seemed to pierce into them as though searching their soul to reveal hidden agendas from them. His name is Lucien.

“Uh… yes… no… the thing is—” Lucas’s expression darkened instantly, his brows snapping together. His voice cracked like a whip. “What!” he barked, his growl reverberating through the chamber. The soldier flinched at the sound, his gaze dropping to the floor. “The… the pack healer,” he stammered, his voice trembling, “he told me there… might be a way to cure the liquid venom.” For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Lucas’s jaw clenched, the muscle twitching as his entire face tightened with fury. His eyes burned, sharp enough to slice through steel.

A scream erupts from the soldier’s lips as he falls to the ground covered in a layer of fire that will not go out no matter how many times he rolls around in the dirt. A look of pity appears on Kenji’s face as he looks down at the man, quickly disappearing when the solider hops up, still completely covered in fire, and launches himself in Kenji’s direction. A beastly roar erupts from Kenji’s chest, his body partially transforming into his Lycan form as claws appear on his hands.

"Everyone hold position." "Wise decision," Dr. Vex said. "Though I should clarify, standing down won't save you. It will simply make the capture process less painful." One of the younger pack warriors, a hot headed male named Derek, ignored my command. He shifted into wolf form and charged at the nearest soldier. Dr. Vex didn't even flinch. She pressed a button on a device at her wrist. A high pitched sonic pulse erupted from the soldier's weapon. The sound was agonizing, pitched specifically to target supernatural hearing. Derek collapsed mid charge, whimpering, unable to complete his shift. His body flickered between human and wolf, trapped in a painful half state.

Catalyst Toner has been used up and their weapon throwed out the empty Cartridge. “No more catalyst left … we can’t cut off the hardened branch.” Said the RTH-class. “Even silver projectile can’t pierce the branch!” said the GLT-class that trying to help the front line Herrscher. Varniant slowly walk to the front line Herrscher, front line Herrscher are out of hope. “NOOO!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!” said the ENV-class. But something has descended inside the cocoon when the branch almost covering them up.

Five more soldiers emerged, moving in formation. I rolled behind a support beam as buckshot tore chunks out of the concrete where I’d been standing. My wolf snarled, demanding to be let loose, but I kept him leashed. Not yet. We needed this controlled. “Covering fire!” I shouted. Three of my wolves opened up, forcing the Tulcero team to dive for cover. I used the distraction to close the distance, the Nightfang blade singing as I brought it up in a brutal arc. The first soldier’s head separated from his shoulders. The second took the blade through his chest; the enchanted silver punched through Kevlar like tissue paper.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

‘I admit my mistake. Torfo sent a flaming kick towards him, which he blocked and instead, pulling Torfo by his foot. Torfo shot a fireball towards him, but he dodged downward and hauled the foot on his shoulder. As he attempted to throw the soldier off to his front, he felt his back being held and blazing heat burning.