Female Mercenary Novels & Stories

We ate our meagre soup in silence, the air thick with feigned despair. At eight o’clock, the heavy steel bolt on the door screeched open. A man I hadn’t seen before, mid-thirties, with dull brown hair and tired eyes, pushed the slop bucket inside. He was unremarkable, dressed in the same uniform as the others, but without the hard-edged military bearing. He was just a mercenary, a cog in Mia’s machine, clearly there for the money, not the cause. Perfect. He avoided our eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the silent, despairing tableau of women inside.

Everyone praised Victoria for being both powerful and kind, truly the most suitable person to be Gamma. I collapsed on the ground, filled with despair. I never stole anything! That was the elixir I brewed myself! But before I could speak up, the pack members threw me into the forest to fend for myself. Just as I was about to bleed out, someone knocked me unconscious and threw me into a silver pit. The silver pit burned my entire body with agonizing pain, even corroding my bones. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to one week before the Gamma selection.

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

Just as she was about to utter her words in her prayers, Audelia felt like her soul had been sucked out and what greeted her the moment she opened her eyes was white dimension and a single woman. "Hello, Audelia~! Nice to meet you~!" the woman said. "Goddess... Ulti..mia..?" Audelia muttered such with a dumbstruck expression. "Yep! I am Ultimia, the one and only~!" Ultimia answered while striking a pose similar to a famous moon soldier. However what caught Audelia's attention was not the moon soldier's pose but the chest. It was flat! and more over her voice was kind of heavy despite the coquettish tone she used.

- Week 43- day 4, 2300 hours. Being deployed with the team, don't know where just yet though. I got Kota's Letter, feeling me how she is and everyone. But something seemed off, or maybe it was just me. I miss her like crazy, I can't believe it hasn't even been a year yet. -Week 44- day 1, 200 hours. It's hot, that's about all I can say right now. We rescued a little girl and her baby brother today, they were trapped in fallen debris from a previous attack. The way she looked when we found her, reminded me of when I found Kota years ago....

Anything could be faked, but her good-natured skills could not be fooled. Su Hui did not control what the two were thinking, but squinted. Who does she turn to?! The uncrowned emperor of mercenaries, the world's top purgatory training, has passed only her to date! Wherever there is war she goes, but the side she participates in, no matter how weak can win. No one knew where her bottom line lay, and even the world's number one killer had to respectfully shout "Aunt" at her when he saw her, and the world's bigwigs had to talk about it.

Abandoned Lab – Geneva Woods The facility was a cathedral of silence, with nature slowly reclaiming its metal skeleton. Ivy snaked over shattered windows. Rust wept from bolted doors. But inside, something unnatural pulsed with light. A group of six mercenaries, dressed in paramilitary black, moved through the corridors. “Target chamber’s below,” one said into a headset. “Command says package is alive.” They reached the main chamber—and stopped cold. Inside the containment pod stood a humanoid form, sleek and unfinished. Genderless. Skin-like alloy. Eyes closed.

“Well. Pending funding, I assume.” My chest goes cold. She knows. “I’m not trying to invade your privacy,” she says quietly. “I’m explaining why I think you’ll stay when the others didn’t. You need this job. And I need someone who won’t quit the first time my son screams at them.” I look down at the paper. At my mother’s name printed there in black ink. At the diagnosis I’ve been trying not to think about. “The pay is twenty thousand dollars per month,” Katrina says. She taps a line on the contract. “Six months. One-twenty thousand total.”

Every single one of them was dead. The mercenary leader's complexion drained of all color as he watched the slowly materializing silhouette with paralyzing dread. It appeared to be a woman whose mere existence compelled reverence and a chilling stillness from all nearby. She brandished twin pistols, her expression cold and overpowering, resembling a monarch presiding from high above, regarding mere mortals beneath her notice. The mercenary leader was puzzled. Who on earth was this woman? He abruptly recalled a mythic warrior, an individual reputed to have destroyed an entire guild of assassins unaided. A shadowy commander of a lethal cabal, whispered about under the alias Deathbringer.

"And I have resources that could be useful to you." "What kind of resources" I asked. "Warriors" Morgana said. "Fifty of my best fighters from the Northern Territories. They are loyal only to me and they are highly trained. Let me assign them to protect Elvanya." I wanted to refuse. I did not want to owe Morgana anything. But I also knew I needed help. The Shadow Guild was too dangerous and I could not protect Elvanya alone. "Fine" I said reluctantly. "But they answer to Lira. Not to you."