Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

he growls and I flinch as tears fill my eyes. I turn to walk away when I felt Mackenzie take my hand. I look back, looking between her and my boss with scared eyes. "She was thanking me for saving her life. Your employee was nearly sexually assaulted in your restaurant," Mackenzie says in a protective tone. "Who do you think you're talking to," Mr Jones snarls in her face. "Sir, do you know who you're talking to," the man from before asks and Mr Jones turns to him. "She's the Dhampir, Mackenzie."

You want him to touch you… to kiss—’ “Shut up!” Emily yelled. “What did you say?” Her eyes widened when she got back to her senses. She looked at Drake. “It’s… it’s not you. I’m sorry—” “Fuck it!” he cursed and got off of the bed. Emily knew that she had messed up. Drake grabbed his boxer and wore his pants. He turned to Emily and shot her a death glare. “I left my duty in the Metropolis because Dillon told me you’re ready. And now, you’re shutting me up?!”

His sobbing picked up again. Jerard, as it turned out, was the name of their leader. They were a mercenary group of kicked out cops and military. Nothing like a good old fashioned group of dishonorably discharged assholes to do the shitty things that the law wouldn’t do. They weren’t a big group. They didn’t do multiple teams. It was just them as a group, doing hired kills for the highest bidder. However they wanted.

The soldiers who were punished were unwilling to revert to being ordinary people, so they were hired by people at a high price to serve their masters as mercenary soldiers. It seemed that Warren had been doing a lot of work in secret these years. Just looking at his elite mercenary, Kevin knew he had underestimated Warren. "Kevin —" Karen Daly had been waiting for Kevin in the yard, she had been listening to the activities inside the building. When she heard a clamor in the room, she rushed over at once. "Karen, don't come over. Get out of here quick." When Kevin saw Karen rushed in, his heart tightened. Kevin Kyle didn't flinch when faced with these mercenaries, even if one of them pointed

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

I don’t know if it’s gotten to you through the grapevine yet, but I recently took over and integrated Thunderstruck into the Valkyrie. Ironclad: I did know that, congratulations, by the way. The Duchess: Thanks. The reason for my call… I’m looking for someone who used to be part of the Gearless Knights that decided breaking into one of my warehouses in Thunderstruck territory was a good idea. Ironclad: Who are you looking for? The Duchess: Christopher ‘Ink’ Martinez Ironclad snorted, before continuing. Ironclad: That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.