Novel & Cerita Female Mercenary

“It’s fine. Don’t apologize. I’m happy for you, finally found yourself a partner. Introduce him to me ssometimes I would like to meet the apple of my best friend’s eye.” Eden blushed like a young maiden experiencing her first love. Tucking her wild hair behind her ear, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll let you meet each other when we’re all free.” “Is he a soldier?” Farrah couldn’t help but be curious. Eden shook her head, denying Farrah’s words. “He’s a member of a mercenary group. A Level-3 Ability-Holder.” There’s pride etched on her smile. It blinded Farrah, making her remember she had been using that smile before, too.

Aria’s voice cut through our shared telepathic link, her silver eyes flaring with a desperate, fierce clarity from behind her flickering shield. The third mercenary had abandoned his cover, sliding down the icy slope with a long, titanium broadsword raised for a downward execution strike aimed straight at my exposed neck. The wind shrieked once more as the dampening net began to buckle under the raw, expanding volume of my hybrid alpha core, the stage set for a final, bloody extraction in the frozen mud.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

She deadpanned. Li Yu: "_" Hateful woman! Si Xiu felt her nerves calming down. Seems that they brought her excuse of the gun not being hers. But before she could let out a sigh of relief, Tang Li's gaze turned towards her, "They were mercenaries," she muttered. Si Xiu's brows bumped together as she glanced at the countless dead bodies on the enormous floor. Of course, they were mercenaries. But even if she knew it, she did not show it on her face, "Mercenaries? As in the one we read about in fiction or cool dramas?" She asked in a childlike voice.

​The blood drained from my face, rushing to my ears with a roaring sound. ​Feminine. ​General Vesh, the White Demon, the butcher of the Crimson Court... was a woman. ​I gripped the wooden edge of the supply wagon so hard the wood splintered beneath my fingers. A female warlord leading the most ruthless mercenary company in the world. It was unheard of. It defied every law of pack dynamics. ​She took a sip from the mug, the firelight catching the curve of her lips. A small, tired sigh escaped her.

"We'll taste a female martial artist again!" "They have wasted us four whole days. We must teach these damned natives a lesson so that no one will dare to resist the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop ever again!" The mercenaries, who were grinning with wild joy, launched their assault. Their eyes flashed with a crazy and cruel light. It was as if brutal perverts were seeing a naked goddess. They couldn't wait to crazily vent their beastly desires. But at this moment, an incredible change occurred. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The world only knew that the eldest young lady of the Lang family from the capital city had been fighting for several years and inherited her father’s business to become the first commander on the battlefield, and she was the Goddess of War who had never lost! But no one knew that she had another identity. She was a top mercenary on the mercenary black market mythology list, and she was ranked at the top of the list of mercenaries who could not be surpassed! The message box jumped wildly after there was a beep indicating that she had logged into the account successfully. There were at least thousands of messages at a glance! Sienna ignored them all. She was about to check her friend list whe

she said simply. The hall erupted into chaos. But this time, it wasn't us dying. The strange warriors moved like nothing I'd ever seen. They were faster than normal wolves, stronger, more precise. One of them—a lean man with white hair despite looking no older than thirty—took down three mercenaries in the span of a heartbeat. He didn't even shift. He just moved, his blade a silver blur. Another warrior, a woman with scars covering half her face, grabbed a mercenary by the throat and lifted him off the ground one-handed. She squeezed. I heard the crack of vertebrae from across the room.

Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions.