Fallout 4 Mercenary Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” The man stopped near the bottom of the stairs. “Director Adrian Mercer.” Mercer. The name meant nothing to me. But Lucien physically flinched. And Cameron ... Cameron went still in a way that made my wolf uneasy. Not because he recognized the man. Because he recognized the title. Director. Not Commander. Not Council member. Not even a general or something like that. He was something above standard military structure. Mercer folded his hands behind his back almost casually. “I oversaw the Blackridge behavioral adaptation initiative during the border wars.”

Chapter 24: The Butcher of Life Nine ​The rain didn't just fall on Julian; it seemed to avoid him, parting around his frame as if afraid to touch the darkness radiating from his skin. The "Cleanup Team"—six men in tactical grey ceramic armor, wielding high-frequency pulse rifles—halted ten yards from the wreckage. They were professionals, trained to bag supernatural anomalies, but they weren't prepared for the ancient pressure now flattening the grass around the car. ​"Target identified," the lead mercenary barked into his comms. "Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds."

" Jealousy burned in Bianca's eyes. She felt extremely resentful over the fact that Dad treated me so well while Gloria constantly beat and berated her ever since she was a child. Dad immediately transferred 100 million dollars into my account after I hung up. Bianca burst into laughter and exclaimed, "We've got the money now, Anna, so it's time for you to die!" I struggled wildly, but I couldn't free myself from my bindings. My limbs were tightly bound, and I could only helplessly shake my head. "Didn't you promise not to hurt me? I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bianca was clearly enjoying the way I was begging her for mercy. A fierce glint flickered in her eyes before she drove t

Soon, everything would fall into place. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the mercenary walked in. He was exactly what I expected: Tall, broad-shouldered, with a burly frame that filled the doorway. His clothes were simple, rugged, and stained with the dirt of many roads. A thick scar ran down the side of his face, disappearing into a tangle of unkempt hair. His eyes were cold and calculating, the eyes of a man who had seen and done things that would make most people shudder.

Darryl shook his head and smiled, indicating that he was not bothered at all. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a unique temperament slowly walked toward the center of the battle stage. "Everyone, be quiet!" He was not loud, but his voice echoed throughout the valley. His inner energy must be powerful! All eyes were on him. Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence."

VERITY I watched Usel fall, kicked off Baraqiels sword, as a cry ripped from my throat as her blood sprayed in the air, her limp body barreling toward the ground. Shamshiel raced towards her, a feral noise coming from him as he ran to his daughter. At the same time I heard another voice above the din of battle, Todd had fallen to his knees, his eyes trained on a Nephilim. A Nephilim who had Devon in his hand, as I watched Devon’s head caved in on itself and exploded, his blood splattering the creature in front of him in a crimson red sheen. His scream pierced my ear drums and I felt my heart twist as the Nephilim tossed his body to the ground, where it lay crumpled. Cain moved in front of m

I gulp and give him all my ears, my body shaking in dismay. He takes in a deep before he starts to narrate. "I was a mechanic, spending my days modifying and repairing cars and bikes. At night I was enjoying my youth and never questioned about my brother's earnings. But one night, in trying to hook up with a chick in a quiet place after a party, I stumbled on a tunnel. But it wasn't a normal tunnel. It was a tunnel filled with drugs. Thinking that I was a client, the door was opened for me and I caught my brothers inside. They beat me and made me promised to keep their secret. I did it until I overheard them that night. It was about..." Eren pauses and shuts his eyes briefly. "Your father."

A whistle slices through the air. Instincts flare. “Down!” I shout, shoving Madeline aside just as the door bursts inward. Guards storm in—but not just guards. Trained mercs. Uniforms too polished. Eyes too calm. These aren’t just warriors. These are killers. “Ambush!” Fang snarls, ducking a baton. “This was a damn setup!” “No shit!” I snarl back, drawing my twin daggers. “Everyone fall back! Leave the loot!”

“Please, please spare me!” The human male screams as his body is slammed against the bark of a tree, miles far from the werehouse, hidden in a darkness, past the dirt roads. The man's hands were barely left with three fingers as Draven showed no mercy in his torture, leaving the human male in agony as he pleaded for mercy. “Who are you people?” He raged, “Tell me.” “Ok, ok please, I’ll talk,” he cries as Draven bobs his hands, reaching for his third finger. “We are mercenaries, human mercenaries working for Silas Carson, the hunter,” he mutters.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I squeezed my eyes shut. No. No, this was a trick. A mind game. “I’m human,” I forced out, my voice hoarse, tears blurring my vision. “You’re lying.” Lucian let out a slow, sharp breath. He tilted his head slightly, watching me with something close to pity. “Not anymore.” The world tilted. I couldn’t breathe. Lucian stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides. His expression was blank, but his voice was low, quiet.