Unkillable Soldier Wiki Novels & Stories

If there was anyone who knew me all too well, it was Viktor. There was something I never told him or anyone else. My sickness wasn’t something I had known about. One thing about the creed I was forbidden to tell a soul about was that they created soldiers… human-like robotic soldiers. Just before I got inducted into their group, I was made to undergo a series of tests.

soldiers, a mixture of preservatives and blood. A puppet soldier, holding an aconite gas launcher, cautiously searched the area. Jack appeared silently behind him, one hand swiftly covering his mouth, the other tactical knife precisely plunging into the back of his neck, instantly severing the "Council Nerve Cord" controlling his body. The puppet soldier's body stiffened, the red light in his eyes extinguished, and he collapsed limply. Jack didn't stop. He grabbed the corpse and hurled it violently from the second-floor railing into the lobby!

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

I growl out. "Both alive," he says grabbing an attacker by the throat. "Holding out," he adds, snapping the neck of the intruder. "Does Cyre have any idea, what these are?" I ask again, referring to the bone fighters. Darren nods. "She calls them Hallowborns. Dead soldiers. They can't be killed unless Sharona is." He adds, stating the obvious. "We've experienced a lot of casualties, Darren." My body scream with every movement, lungs burning, the stench of blood clogging my nose.The storm above cracks like the sky is tearing apart. Rain lashes down, heavily, hissing against the bodies piling up around us.

And then, like clockwork, she fights her way back. I watch her through it all, powerless. She looks like she’s in unbearable pain, as though every second alive is a battle she never signed up for. I can’t stop asking myself: what kind of life forged someone like her? What darkness molded the Andreina Carlo everyone fears? I’ve heard the stories—whispers of her being the most ruthless, untraceable assassin the world has ever known. A ghost with a body count so high, her very name terrifies the underworld. And yet, here she is. Helpless. Shaking. Afraid.

"We will not falter! We are the guardians of this fortress, and we will hold until the enemy is repelled!" I heard a nearby soldier shout, "Alpha, look over there!" and my eyes snapped to the spot. One of Stella’s elite, a hulking figure in dark armor, charged forward with lethal intent. I readied my sword, stepping into the fray, but the enemy was too swift. The soldier landed a brutal blow, and my vision blurred momentarily as I fought to remain conscious.

Black shook his head in disbelief before answering, " don't even kow. One moment we were training and then the next thing we knew, there was a bomb attack near the borders where the South and West meet. It's not hard to depict the source of the attack." "Are there people hurt? What happened to the people stationed there? Are they alright?"Killian asked while wearing the protective suit that was being handed over to him. It was his battle armor. Heavy and strong, he hopes that he felt the same way. It has been a long time since he ever fought someone seriously. In fact, this was his first war ever since he became a King. He has one thing to say about it. He hates it! But for the sake of the p

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

Kendall’s class became a stage for Adrian, while all the students listened intently to the story of a wheelchair-bound girl’s father who fought in the war. Cold Steel was a soldier from Wyvern Peak who may not have had a very high rank, but he was indeed a soldier who sacrificed himself in the battle against Luposia. Hence, his story was still fresh in Adrian’s mind. During that class, Adrian told everyone the story of how a soldier from Wyvern Peak fought passionately to resist the invasion of Luposia, and everyone listened intently.