Unkillable Soldier Wiki Novels & Stories

Those cons usually went without repercussions most of the time, but for the first time Levi had a gut feeling that there would be a price to pay this time around. This feeling came when Levi learned some interesting facts about his newest and most promising candidate. For years he had heard stories of soldiers who claimed to be from another dimension of the universe. All throughout history these soldiers were known to have played some sort of role in major events that had shaped galactic history. Levi had never personally come into contact with any of these soldiers before, but he believed that his new recruit was one of these soldiers. The only problem was she didn't seem to possess the kno

"He bought their silence." "Sometimes." "And the rest?" She asked, curious as always. "He used his position." She slowly closed the folder. "He's a monster." "Yes." Karma looked toward the hospital bed. Richardson Vance was unconscious, machines quietly monitored him.m, his breathing was shallow, his body was already failing. "He doesn't look dangerous." "That's how monsters survive." She turned back to me. “Must I be the one?” She asked. I held her gaze. "Yes Karma, because you're a surgeon."

liaisons, men who dealt in deniable assets and biological deterrents. Their motive was simple: total control of the irregular battlefield. They didn't want tanks or drones. They wanted the "Vance Hybrid": a soldier that could move through a city undetected, regenerate from a gunshot wound in minutes, and tear through a special forces team with tooth and claw before vanishing into the night.

From their tops, circular dishes emitted a frequency that physically suppressed the "Bond." "I can't feel the pack," Varick gasped, clutching his head as he stood beside her. "Lyra, the link... it’s going dark." The Null-Tech Vanguard Madam Vane’s "Recovery Teams" were led by the Null-Walkers. These soldiers weren't shifters; they were mercenaries encased in lead-lined porcelain armor, immune to the heat of the Aether and the emotional weight of the Red Steam. They moved in perfect, terrifying silence, their weapons firing bolts of "Cold-Energy" that didn't burn the skin but froze the air in the lungs of anyone nearby.

He nodded and left. Ten minutes later, the war room was full. Kael and Marcus recounted every detail from the interrogation. "You all heard the essentials?" I asked. Grim nods around the table. No panic—yet. "Monster. Building-sized. Supposedly unkillable." Liana spoke first. "Nothing's truly unkillable. Everything has a weakness. We find it before it finds us." "In the middle of battle," Marcus said. "Different, not impossible," Liana countered.

The Guild fighters stared at him, a ring of faces caught between awe and fear. No one moved. Then the murmurs began. “He’s not one of us.” The words came from a young soldier, blood across his face, his pike trembling in his grip. His eyes were fixed on Killian, wide, almost wild. “I saw it,” he said louder, voice cracking. “The mark. It wasn’t a wound. It burned. Like it was alive.” Another soldier shifted uneasily. “Without him, we’d be dead.” “Without him, we’ll all be dead when that thing inside him breaks loose!” the boy snapped back, his voice shrill with terror. “He’s no commander. He’s a curse.”

The ground buckled upwards. Ten soldiers were thrown into the air. "Pull!" Damian yelled. I reacted instantly. I grabbed the soldiers in mid-air with my gravity field. I held them still. "Helen!" I shouted. Mom stepped out from behind the jeep. She had two submachine guns captured from the Effingham checkpoint. "Happy Birthday!" she yelled. She opened fire. The bullets hit the suspended soldiers. Since their kinetic absorption shields were offline (they were airborne and disoriented), the rounds found the gaps in their armor.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

The other Umbral Peak Sect elders swept forward with contemptuous expressions, attacking the remaining military soldiers. Within moments, even though the military soldiers were battle-hardened veterans, they began to falter. One soldier was struck so hard he was sent flying, and both his arms snapped on impact. An elder from Umbral Peak Sect strode toward him with a vicious grin and said, "So what if you're military? You dared to stir up trouble at Umbral Peak Sect, and now you're done. Die!"

lady Tamar said. "Do you think they can stand a chance against the demon, you haven't encountered one so you won't know how gruesome their killer instinct is," Marek said, the memory of how those soldiers were killed in the most horrible way had been hunting him for weeks now. "I read about them but I assure you that their strength is not like the rest of those soldiers who never took part in the ritual, send them out and if anything happens I will take responsibility for them all," Lady Tamar said.