281 Desert Storm
Author: Kaiser Ken
last update2025-08-15 05:02:51

The sun hung low in the sky like a melting pot of gold. Sandhills and dunes cast long shadows over the barren expanse of the Smoke Creek Desert.

The air shimmered with heat, distorting the horizon into a wavy mirage. This was no place for the faint of heart.

At the forefront of this landscape, the royal army of Petra advanced. It was a formidable force mobilized in haste to confront an unprecedented threat.

Over two thousand men strong, they moved with disciplined precision. Their boots kicked up clouds of sand that billowed behind them like the wake of a storm.

The infantry was clad in desert camouflage fatigues, Kevlar vests, and helmets equipped with night-vision goggles and communication headsets. Each soldier carried an assault rifle slung across their chest, sidearms holstered at their hips, and backpacks laden with ammunition, rations, and medical supplies.

Flanking the foot soldiers were the heavy hitters, starting with a convoy of battle tanks. They rumbled forward on massive
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  • 284 Event Horizon

    The cruise missile streaked midway through its deadly arc. Its engines howled like a banshee from the depths of hell. Total devastation was moments away.Dagon threw his head back in a harsh laugh. "That's it! Petra's mutts are ash! Watch them burn!" he shouted.His mercenaries joined in with cheers and whoops, bumping their fists in premature celebration. "Victory's ours, boss! They never stood a chance!" one henchman shouted, grinning wildly as he reloaded his rifle.On the side of the royal army, a heavy pall of resignation gripped the survivors. Captain Terence Sentinel knelt in the shifting sand, setting his rifle down with trembling hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself against the inevitable.Lieutenant Mara Voss slumped beside him, letting her rifle fall to the sand with a soft thud. She glanced sideways at Terence and spoke quietly. "This is the end, sir. We fought hard... but it's over."Soldiers around them clutched their weapons futilely or bowed their heads i

  • 283 War

    "Fire at will! Suppress those bastards!" a sergeant yelled to his squad. Staccato bursts from assault rifles echoed off the sandhills. Petra's infantry advanced in tight, disciplined formations, laying down suppressive fire. Bullets zipped through the desert air, kicking up fountains of blood around the mercenary lines. Cries of pain and alarm rose from either side."Take cover! Incoming!" a mercenary shouted as the barrage intensified.The mercenaries, a ragtag group of hardened killers, returned fire without hesitation. "Hit those tanks! RPGs, now!" their commander barked.RPGs hissed from shoulder launchers, heading toward the royal tanks with fiery tails. One rocket slammed into the sloped armor of an Abrams tank, detonating in a shower of sparks and molten metal shards. The tank shrugged off the impact with a mechanical groan."Target acquired! Fire!" the tank gunner called out.The cannon boomed, the high-explosive shell slamming into a mercenary bunker. It vaporized the reinfo

  • 282 Greenlight

    Over a thousand fighters, clad in mismatched camouflage and armed with AK-47s, RPGs, and sniper rifles were stationed. They were fanned out in defensive lines. Their own tanks were older T-72 models but no less deadly. They rumbled to life upon noticing the approaching royal forces.Terence slammed on the brakes, signaling the army to halt. “Hold positions!” he barked into the comms.Dust settled as both sides stared each other down. It was a tense standoff under the relentless sun. “This is bigger than we thought. They have mercenaries from every corner—ex-special forces, warlords’ rejects. Dagon’s got an army.”Voss scanned the enemy lines through binoculars. “They’re not bluffing, sir. We’ve got superior tech, but the numbers are even. A full assault could turn into a bloodbath.”Terence nodded, pulling out his satellite phone. “I need authorization from the top. Princess Michelle has to greenlight this. We’re on the brink of war here.”***Back in Monarch Hall, panic and fear grip

  • 281 Desert Storm

    The sun hung low in the sky like a melting pot of gold. Sandhills and dunes cast long shadows over the barren expanse of the Smoke Creek Desert.The air shimmered with heat, distorting the horizon into a wavy mirage. This was no place for the faint of heart.At the forefront of this landscape, the royal army of Petra advanced. It was a formidable force mobilized in haste to confront an unprecedented threat.Over two thousand men strong, they moved with disciplined precision. Their boots kicked up clouds of sand that billowed behind them like the wake of a storm.The infantry was clad in desert camouflage fatigues, Kevlar vests, and helmets equipped with night-vision goggles and communication headsets. Each soldier carried an assault rifle slung across their chest, sidearms holstered at their hips, and backpacks laden with ammunition, rations, and medical supplies.Flanking the foot soldiers were the heavy hitters, starting with a convoy of battle tanks. They rumbled forward on massive

  • 280 The Briars

    Dagon’s portal opened into the main corridor of the Briar mansion. It wasn’t easy to reach the fortress by conventional means. It had a helipad for choppers, as well as one for fighter jets and drones.The Briar estate was perched on a secluded cliff overlooking a stormy sea. Rain lashed the windows, and thunder rumbled in the distance.Dagon was generally fearless, but the Briars creeped him out. He clutched a velvet pouch in one hand. Its contents were heavier than expected.The grand chamber doors swung open. Inside, Lazarus Briar sat on a throne-like chair. His average frame was draped in dark robes. If it weren’t for the medieval attire, one would imagine he was nothing better than a bank manager.Beside Lazarus stood Amelia Briar, his daughter. Her dark hair cascaded over a form-fitting black dress. The girl’s beauty was sharp like a blade hidden in silk."Master," Dagon said, kneeling briefly. "I've returned after completing my mission."Lazarus leaned forward. "Report, Dagon.

  • 279 Consent

    Victor bowed to Michelle and walked away. He offered Kate his arm. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," he whispered. "Tyler Grant almost killed me. He is probably the only one in the world who can."She giggled and nodded. They exited the hall amid murmurs.The elder struck his staff for silence in the crowd. "As per Petra's laws, Lord Tristan Salvatore triumphs in the courtship banquet! He is now King-designate until his wedding to Princess Michelle Douglas. Long live the crown!"The hall exploded in ovation. The elite were pleased, giving standing applause, and many lifted their glasses in honor. "To King Tristan!" their voices boomed.The banquet continued with merriment. The music surged, and servants bustled around with loaded trays. Wine poured freely with chatter.Michelle eyed the scene, sitting on her throne. She felt disheartened and lonely. She hid her distant gaze with a forced smile. Her heavy heart made her want to cry. Was she really going to marry a stranger?Michelle go

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