Torcher X Soldier Novels & Stories

‘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.

I felt a wave of appreciation and thankfulness, mingled with the lingering sadness of Levine's death. Xavier outmaneuvered the soldier with a final, conclusive strike, disarming him with a smooth flick of his wrist. The soldier's blade clattered to the ground, rendering him powerless in the face of Xavier's power. My vision was obscured by a haze of pain, and the torment I felt was nearly unbearable. My efforts to stay conscious were unsuccessful, and I found myself falling asleep. As my eyes drooped, my final glance was locked on the young Xavier, engaged in a ferocious battle against the unyielding Soldier, whose tenacity appeared insurmountable.

"When you are settled with your pretty damsel, I shall have myself a mate. Until then, let me bask happily in the sweet blend of moans and wine." Suddenly, we saw them coming from a distance, each soldier bearing a burning torch in hand. The men squirmed, agitated. Every hand found his weapon, eyes glowing golden in the dark, adrenaline pumping into every artery. Their growls quietened the chirpings of the crickets as we took over the night.

A soldier approached, young, maybe twenty, with a crossbow slung over his shoulder and burns covering half his neck. His eyes flicked between us, landing on me with barely concealed horror. "What... what happened out there? Where are the others?" Marcus didn't answer, he just kept walking while the soldier followed. "Marcus, I asked you a question. Gregor, Hale, the triplets, where are they?" "Not now, Davies." "Not now?" The soldier's voice rose. "We sent thirty-two warriors with you! You come back with this outsider and half your face burnt off, and you tell me to wait?"

It levitated a few inches above ground before sending a streak of fireball at the team. Lukas realized what kind of creature it was. "Santelmo!" He yelled as he dove to the left. Cuaresma was hit in the chest because he reacted a little too late. Lukas watched in horror as the soldier erupted in flames, his hands clawed at the helmet in search for the chin strap, but when he finallly found it, he failed to undid the lock. He landed face-first while the flames slowly extinguished. His corpse twitched for three times before it went still.

The tanks sang in unison as they spat a barrage of explosives at the incoming ranks. He squinted at the sight of the explosion when some of the vehicles detonated while others continued their advance, shielded by the blocky levitating transports. He realized that they were troop carriers when the surviving ones landed behind the approaching bikes and dispensed green skinned brutish aliens armored in zirobuta-oroi. It reminded Tarantino of the Cyber-Samurais, part of the Solar ADF, as well as the medieval Catholic Samurais whom the Archangel Michael decided to include in their ADF. They advanced with their blades engaged. The soldiers of the Solar ADF opened fire, taking down the first ranks

Behind him, soldiers poured in—half in riot armor, half in tactical gear, all carrying Mirador’s sigil. “I told you,” Mirador growled. “You don’t leave here alive.” He looked at Vexler, pure hatred in his gaze. “You lied to me. You built all this while using me as your pawn.” “I guided you,” Vexler said. “And you served your purpose.” Mirador roared and fired. The bullet struck Vexler in the shoulder. He fell to one knee, blood seeping through his white coat. “No!” Dino shouted.

Froster found his new Captain strange. Not as strange as the eldritch horrors crafted from Kolys sorcery or maddened savagery of the Birchmen tribes. She was just different. It wasn’t the first time he had interacted with a soldier from another regiment, nor was it his first time interacting with another sapient that wasn’t a Dragonwolf. But being under one was an experience he wasn’t sure he was prepared for. Nonetheless, he trusted Xenophon’s and Xerxes’ judgement. He would do what was expected of a Dragonwolf.

Viper and a Ravaged scout moved in a pincer maneuver, distracting the beast's many eyes, while Mako and Rat used their bulk to anchor its massive tail. But our claws and teeth were doing nothing. The Chimera’s hide was too thick, the oily skin sliding away from our strikes. It swiped a massive, clawed limb, sending Cane sprawling into the limestone. "The cases!" Torin roared, shifting back to human form for a split second. "The gear! Use it!" He didn't wait for permission. Torin kicked open the matte-black Thorne case. He grabbed a Sonic Disruptor in one hand and a Flash-Freeze canister in the other. He didn't know the technical specs, but he knew what "Off-Switch" meant.

His blazing blue eyes seemed to be glowing now. “You need to get out of here” he spoke “you shouldn’t see this.” “I have to help Torch” I snapped back “he’s my friend.” Trauma smirked at me, then gripped his gun tighter. “Just make sure you stay alive” he rested a hand on my shoulder, then leapt over the stall to rush towards Slasher. Slasher screamed out, and the police began firing. A sound of the bullets striking Torch’s metal rang out, followed by a screaming as Torch released his stream of bullets. When his arm began smoking, he let it form a flamethrower, that dripped blood as it roasted the nearby police officers and fleeing innocents.