Urban Soldier Novels & Stories

Aldus, with a stern expression, could feel how shaken Austin was by the chaos. In truth, no one is born a killing machine. Even a legendary soldier needs some time to adapt to the battlefield's blood and brutality before they can grow. The carnage of war far exceeds that of a street fight. Aldus had seen seasoned mercenaries develop PTSD after a particularly brutal battle. "I'm… I'm fine," Austin said, taking deep breaths to steady himself.

He’d lived a tough life, he’d been to frickin warzones, and he’d…killed people. I couldn’t imagine Revon killing anyone for the life of me, even if they were terrorists. I couldn’t imagine him living in a desert with nothing but a sleeping bag and a uniform to protect him from the cold night. I couldn’t imagine him going through army training. Revon, who whined about the meager little exercise we did in PE, going through military boot camp? It was comical to imagine. I was thinking about the differences between the two, and trying to imagine Colton as a soldier, wondering where he’s been stationed and what his rank must be, I didn’t even notice another person sliding into the seat next to me

Their life is harder just because of the never ending war between the Arland Soldiers and Sans Serif terrorist here in Simpkins. She walks away from the place of the explosion, she needs to breathe and think for a while, she don't want to cry in front of them and she feels, ashamed if she sees Sergeant Herrera crying again. She tries not to cry, but she can't control her tears falling down to her cheeks and this moment she thinks about their friends who has been heading here too, where are they at this moment and how is their life been going through. She back to the Place of North Simpkins and the soldiers is busy in building the tents for the temporary shelter of the people of the North Sim

I will return to you shortly, when this war is over. Love, Jaris He quickly stuffed the letter in an envelope and dropped it in the post box on the way to drill. It had not taken even a full day for Will and the rest of the Union men coming out of Lamar to locate their regiment of Union soldiers in camp near the Spring River, just a ways south of Barton County. He had taken to camp life very quickly, made several friends, and didn’t even mind the drills they practiced over and over. The long days helped to keep his mind off of his brother, his sister, and Miss Cordia Pike. His sergeant, Teddy Bolder, had commented on his very first day in camp that Will was a natural as a soldier. He said he

Something crazy. Luton found himself wishing that Sandral Usmos would return. Not because he liked her, but because she was sane. It was then, as if summoned by Luton's thoughts, that the acting governor arrived. Not immediately, but behind a screen of security troops, all drawn from the militia. They were heavily armed, wore black body armor, and seemed to know what they were doing. Then, with the security troops in place, Usmos arrived. He wore the jet-black uniform of a general in the militia. It was a rank he had conferred upon himself, and, given the fact that Luton remained a colonel, rated a salute.

"East Brownsville is near the border where the military troops are deployed, yet those rebels weren't a bit intimidated to make a mess in the village. At first, I thought the military troops at the border turned a blind eye on it because they must be restrained, but after observing those men, I figured that they weren't originally rebels. They were soldiers." "Soldiers?" Reed inquired. "Yes. The way they moved, there was some sort of coordination that only military men are accustomed to, and have you noticed the weapons they used? Those bear a familiar emblem." Reed was surprised how Melrose's mind worked. Most people cared about nothing but their lives when at the brink of death, but she wa

The soldiers noticed the change in the atmosphere but ignored it. They approached Adrian, and one of them said, "You're gutsy to threaten us. Do you know who I am? I'm a quasi-level nine!" As the soldier finished speaking, a surge of energy emanated from him and his fellow soldiers. Adrian shook his head and sighed. These people were strong but rotten to the core. They'd cause trouble for the city if they continued as guards. So, he decided to teach them a lesson.

I moved fast towards them with one in the tow behind me as we both picked up the two injured and dragged them back into the safety. I saw a guy dragging out a knife behind my team members back as he was about to stab him. Wasting no time, I pulled my rifle and shoot him down. The bullets were flying all around us and slowly but surely we held our ground. But the problems started sometime later. Seems as there were more and more men coming as they shoot back at us, making us trapped. Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal.

I feel really bad for him. I had finished parking the car at the garage, removed the key and wanted to come out when I noticed two huge men in the back in black uniforms, and desert combat boots. They must be the Special Forces serving the pack, one of the deadliest sects of the military. They are used to war, they have faced a lot of difficulties from living in the forest and deserted lands for years on the grounds of deployment, with this they have no other choice but to be hardhearted.

Crying children sat next to the only homes they had ever known while their dazed parents tried to console them. “You!” someone snapped behind me. “Move along.” I leisurely turned around to look at the human soldier. “Move along where? The last time I checked this was still a free country.” “This is a classified military site now.” “I didn’t see any signs,” I calmly informed him. The soldier faltered. He leaned in closer. “Are you one of them?” he whispered. I laughed. “One of what?” “You know? A commander. One of those super soldiers.”