Torcher X Soldier Novels & Stories

Z A R A "I don't have the answer to that, my love," Alejandro answers. "You'll only find out after you pull the trigger." "You call me 'my love', yet those words don't hold any meaning for you. Why?" My voice cracks. I'm so tired. I'm so very tired. He picks up his bloodied hand, covered in the aftermath of torture that he endured, and gently places it against my cheek. I lean into his hand and squeeze my eyes shut, letting a few tears slip out.

"Did you come here to waste my time or do you fucking actually have something to say?" The soldier swallowed hard, then reached into his pocket. When his hand emerged, it held a small plastic toy in the shape of a ghost. Xavier stared at the item with disbelief, confusion momentarily replacing his anger. Then, as understanding dawned, a fresh wave of fury washed over him. With a roar of rage, he dropped the wine bottle and lunged at the guard, his fist connecting with the young man's face with a sickening crunch. "You think this is FUNNY?" Xavier screamed, raining blows down on the soldier who had crumpled to the floor. "My man gets attacked and you bring me a FUCKING TOY?"

"You want the healer? You have to go through the bitch first!" ‎ ‎She opened fire. Two soldiers dropped. ‎ ‎The lead trooper raised his flamethrower. ‎ ‎"Ignite," he ordered. ‎ ‎A torrent of orange fire rushed toward her. ‎ ‎Vexa didn't flinch. She dropped her rifle. She grabbed the grenade from her belt with her good hand. She pulled the pin with her teeth. ‎ ‎She didn't throw it. ‎ ‎She sprinted. ‎ ‎She ran straight into the fire.

Knight's voice broke the chain of my thoughts, "You all are trapped in a fishbowl, buddy. There's no escape." "You think you can scare me?" I chuckled, "Send those rouges, in fact, send thousands of them and take it as my promise Knight, none of those bloody animals are going to return to you. I will tear down every one of them into so many pieces that you can't even imagine. Each one of these soldiers you have gathered is going to die, in my hands."

Today again he was in a state of craziness. Today again his past was standing in front of him mocking at him. His eyes were red shot like fire was burning in them. He can't stop himself from burning and ruining the entire world. He lighted the cigarette and started taking long puffs. The loath building inside of him was at its peak now. A fire was running inside of him. He walked out of his room and came to the terrace. But here his eyes spotted her sitting near the swimming pool.

Waiting. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” Cheyenne snapped between strikes, sweat slicking her brow, emerald eyes cutting toward him. “If this is your grand army, I’m not impressed.” Tora sent a flaming fist straight through another creature’s chest, its body exploding into ash as she bared her teeth at him. “What she means is—” she lit her knuckles again and cracked them, “—you’re really starting to bore us.”

Someone cleared their throat behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder to find Niarthen writhing on the ground, the points of a taser sparking against his skin as he jerked, helpless under the electrical current. “Mer,” the soldier holding the taser handle sneered. “The high salt-water content makes them particularly susceptible to tasers. Drop the weapon, miss. Unless you want to see how we fry a fish using one of these,” he gestured with the handle. Lyric snarled through her teeth, her finger tightening on the trigger, her eyes locking with the technician’s. He saw his death, his pupils pinning and his eyes widening before her finger eased and he reached up with shaking hands to snatch

He stopped abruptly when he saw the scene: me on my knees, Hero's cock buried to the hilt in my throat, saliva dripping down my chin, tears in my eyes. The soldier froze, his face turning bright red. “Capo… I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” he stammered, visibly shaking, his eyes wide with terror. Heros didn’t even slow down. He continued fucking my mouth with firm thrusts, holding my head in place so I couldn’t pull away. His icy eyes turned to the soldier, his voice sharp as a blade. “Say what you came to say. Now.” The soldier swallowed hard, his face pale, hands trembling so badly the folder nearly fell.

I yelled, sprinting toward the first soldier who cleared the inner threshold. The soldier turned toward me. His face was a mask of scar tissue and titanium implants. His eyes were not silver or violet; they were a dull, dead grey, fixed on me with a terrifying lack of recognition. He didn't see a woman or a doctor. He saw an obstacle in a path of pre-programmed coordinates.

The young man kicked and punched his way out of the weakened orb, meeting eyes with Willie Lou soon as he broke free. The Union soldier examined his injuries then reached for his neck; the same location Terrance spotted the bite mark. Terrance asked. "What's your name soldier?" An expression of bewilderment rested on his face as he answered. "I'm Elmer."