Female Mercenary Novels & Stories

Or a body. "Silas," I warned, my voice a growl. “I’m not lying,” Ivy cried out. “I was at The Abyss. I ran into the Mercer brothers. Are you happy now?” A long, chilling silence filled the speakers. “The Mercers?” Grant’s tone changed. It wasn't angry anymore. It was... calculating. “You were with Silas Mercer?” “I saw them. We talked. That’s it.” “They are worth billions,” Grant muttered, sounding like he was talking to himself. “And they have history with your family... they have a soft spot for the grieving sister...”

you're the Venom vixen? The first female Alpha from The Midnight Moon pack? The first ever She wolf to be experimented on? The one who ran away from an arranged marriage to the Alpha rogue's son?' he says standing up 'yes I am' I say ' The reason I left Emiliano was because my pack was on the brink of being taken down by one of my father's enemy who wanted to take our people and placed a bounty on my family to take us out in order to take our pack land, unfortunately my father was had so many debts unpaid and many enemies that wanted to kill him just for owing them money one of them being the Alpha Rogue so he made a deal with the Alpha rogue to arrange a marriage with me and the Alpha rogue

It flies back, slamming into the wall. Three men stand in the doorway. They’re dressed in mismatched tactical gear, their faces covered by masks. But on their shoulders, distinct and terrifying, is a patch I recognize. A claw gripping an iron bar. Ironclaw mercenaries. "Found her," the lead mercenary growls. His eyes flick from me to Elara, then to the bundle in her arms. "Well, well. Looks like we’re just in time for the party." "Get out!" Elara screams, backing toward the window. "Get out!"

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

It excited them, the idea of buying their father a gift. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw a woman I knew. A flash of my memories returned. The dark forest I had journeyed with Levi. The fog covered the earth and turned daylight to night. I remembered what she had said. 'Mercenaries have a code of silence, darling.' It was her. The druid mercenary on Arianna's payroll. She was here, watching me.

Then, the camera tracked a single silhouette moving through the heart of the firefight. A slender, agile figure dressed in sleek, all-black tactical gear, a midnight-black carbon fiber mask concealing the upper half of her face. She moved like a phantom through the shadows, dodging a burst of gunfire with a fluid, predatory grace. A Thorne mercenary lunged at her, but she stepped into his guard, grabbed his forearm, and used his own momentum to drive him into the concrete. In a flash, she swept his legs, pinned him, and drove the butt of her weapon into his helmet, knocking him out instantly. She didn't kill my men. She disabled them with a chilling, mathematical precision.