Dc Mercenary Novels & Stories

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.

She missed him so much that it was unbearable, and she regretted everything she had done. Every day, she would drink herself into oblivion, and as a result, the baby in her womb didn't survive. Her uterus had to be removed as well. That was when Dash showed up. He threatened to leak explicit photos of her unless she handed the company over to him. He had planned to use the baby to secure his place, but it had never occurred to him that she would give up the baby for Tristan. Dash had always known that she loved Tristan. He never dreamed of getting her love—all he wanted was money and power.

Aldric questioned the captured soldier for three hours before he came to find them, and when he did, his expression carried the particular weariness of a man who'd learned something he wished he hadn't. "His name is Marcus Deng," Aldric said, settling into the chair across from where the four of them and Wren had gathered in his office, the shattered window finally repaired sometime during the night. "Nineteen years old. No supernatural blood at all, recruited eight months ago after the Sundering paid off a debt his family had been drowning under for years. He was told you were a weapon being smuggled toward a supernatural extremist cell. He genuinely believed he was protecting human interes

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

The mercenary dropped to the ground, collapsing in a heap among the roots and leaves. He sucked in ragged breaths, hands clutching his bruised neck, staring up at the creature in disbelief. "Run," Damon ordered, the word sharp and commanding, cutting through the haze of the mercenary’s panic. The man blinked, dazed, his mind sluggish to catch up. "W-what?" he stammered. "I said run," the Lycan repeated, its fangs glinting as it leaned closer, the growl in its voice a clear and final warning.

Now, after forcing him to take her into the dark heart of Vancouver's lower East Side and telling a gut-wrenching story of pain and loss, she was acting like life couldn't be better. In the space of an hour she'd turned his entire world and everything he assumed upside down. Him. A man that used to kill for money, a fact she would never learn, despite being so generous with her own life story. After leaving the military he became a hired gun in the middle East, telling himself he was working on the side of good. Until the body count became too high to stomach, even for him. He'd started his security company with the nearly two decades of mercenary money and skills he'd picked up overseas.

[Sienna's Pov - The Morning After The Fight] We'd captured twelve attackers during the battle. Most were mercenaries, hired wolves with no ideological commitment. But one was different. I recognized him immediately when I entered the interrogation room. Derek. Former Silverfang enforcer. Someone I'd fought beside years ago before I went rogue. "Sienna." His voice was hollow. "Of course you'd be here. Always on the right side, aren't you?" "Why are you working for Mordecai?"

Marcus noted, his demeanor shifting instantly from victim to soldier. "Mercenaries," Jack said, examining the print. "And they aren't hiding."