Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

"It could be Nate, but it is most definitely not the Norvanian military." She started panicking. Did Nathan come alone to get himself killed? Outside the warehouse, there was smoke everywhere, and gunfire continued incessantly. Mick was joining the fight with his subordinates. One of them approached the pair with a machine gun and asked, "Where is your weapon, Daniel?" "Who are they?" he asked solemnly. "Mercenaries." The corner of his lips turned up. He couldn't use the Norvanian military, so he paid to hire mercenaries instead.

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."

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

"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.

He headed back to his motel on foot and Julian trailed him back and watched him get into his motel. Julian sat in his car researching about Dmitri with the help of Frederick without moving an inch except to get an hamburger to eat until it was dark. Julian found out that Dmitri is a Russian mercenary for hire. There was another movement at the door and this caught Julian’s attention. He picked up his binocular, looked through and saw another man coming out of the motel room hurriedly as he crossed to the other street, started his bike and zoomed off. Julian got out of his car and headed towards the motel room, his gun in his hand and right behind him.