Torcher X Soldier Novels & Stories

he commanded again and the guards freed them from the grip of the chains. The guards immediately went back to their places and Nicholas bought a Axe. He saw the men's souls left their bodies so he chopped all of their bodies like some vegetable. He did so many parts of the body that no one can tell they were humans. The blood splashed all over the walls and him but he cared less. He crushed their meat until it was unrecognizable. "Boss Isabella---" before Tyler could complete his sentence his words died down in his throat watching the inhumane scene and a devil himself standing in front of him.

The glare cast long, flickering shadows, illuminating the four soldiers. They were horrific things—skin stretched tight over titanium frames, eyes replaced by the same glowing blue optics as Thorne’s. They didn't blink. They just recalibrated. "Sovereign manifestation," Thorne noted. I heard the scritch of a stylus on a tablet. "Body temperature: one hundred and eight degrees. You’re burning through your caloric reserves to generate that output, Elena. You have approximately four minutes before biological burnout." One soldier lunged, a combat knife in his grip. He moved with a speed that the Argus systems shouldn't have been able to track.

“Tell me.” “He came out of the dark,” the soldier whispered. “Faster than my eyes could follow. We didn’t even draw our blades. He didn’t kill me. He just… looked at me.” Torin frowned. “Looked at you?” The soldier nodded. “Like he was deciding something.” “What something?” Sienna asked. The soldier’s eyes filled with tears. “Whether I deserved to die.” Sienna swallowed. “And why didn’t he kill you?” The soldier sobbed. “Because I said your name.”

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

A bodyguard lit a very large torch. "Welcome to the Blue Diamond tiger warriors," Prince Xander said as he bowed his body. The soldiers looked surprised and looked at each other. No one answered. Everyone fell silent. A few moments later, the soldier who was at the very front raised his hand giving a code. A moment later, all the soldiers jumped off their horses. "What is the need, you come here?"

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

Grub said, pointing his large dagger at the last soldier. “You are daft! I have a crossbow pointed at you!” the soldier scoffed, hefting the loaded crossbow toward Grub. Quick as a flash, Grub flicked his large arm forward that held the smaller dagger toward the soldier. Seeing the glint of steel travelling his way, the soldier squeezed the trigger plate on the crossbow, loosing the bolt with a loud thump from the string.

Wolves easily gashed and ripped each of the soldier’s throats, leaving no one alive. Diego’s team didn’t stop but charged furthermore to the second squadron where Vander was spotted bleeding with two arrows buried in his stomach and shoulder. “Run, you moron!” He growled as soon as he chased Vander run through the deep forest in which Cedric and his team carried the explosives that lit up the moment Diego’s team shifted back to their human form and hurled the torches together with the bombs. Resonant eruption reverberated across the woods, sweeping the second squadron burning to death. Cries and shrieks of torture added to the noise that had exploded. Diego retained his serious glance and st

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”