Soldado Novels & Stories

He was not about to let his warriors see him weak, never! Eliot had a serious face by his side and kept looking at the dead bodies and blood as they go along. He pretended like they were looking at the damage from the battle on the way to check for the injured. Which was not unusual even his straight and indifferent expression. This was not a good time, after all, they were just attacked, even though the warriors did not know the reason for the attack they were angry that it happened and that they lost their mates.

To only see a silhouette in the dark. " Who...who is there?" There leaning against the wall of the room. Stood a figure with dark tight black pants, combat boots and a loose white t shirt. Blood stains tainting it red. Lighting a cigarette the figure places it between her lips to puff out a cloud of smoke. Sighing. " It's been long Sir. I don't expect you to remember me. But alas how can I forget you?" There was mockery in her tone and sin on her lips.

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

"I'm okay. Are you... Are you from the Birkham army?" "Yes," the soldier replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's so chaotic here. I didn’t expect to meet someone from our country." Nina's first thought was whether she might meet Nash. But seeing the soldier in front of her, she realized he probably didn’t know her or Nash. She decided to ask cautiously, "Do you know Nash York?” To her surprise, the soldier's eyes lit up. "Ah, you know our Captain York?" Nina's emotions welled up. "Where is he?"

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I refused to let them weaken my resolve.

A message for him. He stared at it, and the wind was driven from his body. Two words. STOP DIGGING, SOLDIER. The world shrunk to hard, green letters on the dark screen. The whine of the climate control receded to a fading roar. Soldier. Not Mr. Stalker. Not the consultant. Soldier.

I say, looking around for a real challenge. “You. What’s your name?” I ask the warrior who has the lean, ropey muscles of someone who is usually underestimated. “I’m Silas, Luna,” he says. “Step forward Silas,” I say. “Okay. This is a demonstration. I’m not sure how this entire pack seems to be unaware of what a Guardian is or what it means to be one, but I’m about to send you to school so you can find out.” “Reagan,” Kieran says. “You can’t fight five at once.”

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.

Eunho was expecting to face an arrogant Prince Minho, but instead he was faced with the dead corpse of one of his soldiers. He clenched his teeth in fury at the scene. The soldier’s head was cut off cleanly and blood was pooled beneath the body. He remembered the soldier happily talking about his wife and kids. He was constantly working hard to earn money for his family.

The soldier replied with his head bowed and his eyes facing downwards. ******