Female Mercenary Novels & Stories

Chester was mentally exhausted, "Stop guessing! None of them! Let's just go ahead." Seeing Merak like this, he wondered when she would be able to guess correctly. "What's the matter with the girl from the Martial Art Union?" Molly asked curiously. Sean tilted his head, leaned closer to her ear, and explained in a low voice, "She's a mercenary, a martial arts master from the Martial Art Union. She likes Chester and has repeatedly tried to get him. Everyone in the Unbounded Land knows about it." Hearing this, Molly suddenly realized what was going on and then joked, "So many girls like Chester."

Apparently, someone jammed my mind probe. “Hey,” I said. “I’m trying to shut her down but something is keeping me from doing it.” “Can you tell us anything about her?” Eric said. “I learned she was a mercenary.” Adrian said, “Great, how can we take down a trained killer who creates creepy, glowing weapons?” “Can you shut her down if we buy you some time?” Eric asked. “Maybe, but you must keep her distracted and protect yourselves.” Eric nodded. “Deal. Adrian and I will fight her. “Sweet,” Adrian responded, “Let’s beat this bitch.”

Very close. She held the tactical handgun against her chest, her breathing shallow and controlled. Seven years ago, she would have cowered. She would have cried out for a mate who had already turned his back on her. But tonight, the only thing pumping through her veins was the raw, predatory instinct of a mother protecting her young. "Spread out," a harsh voice echoed from the next corridor. It was a flat, synthesized human tone—the Red Hand mercenaries. "The Alpha drew the main group toward the slipway, but the woman is still in the grid. Watch the corners. She’s wounded."

As far as she knew, her mother had been summoned to court without knowing a thing and the mercenary she scarcely knew had stepped in the rescue her. There would be no such gallantry here, if that was what it had been. At the mention of the dreaded word, the woman shuddered. It appeared she was a victim, too, purchased by Kaan from a southern trader. What did surprise her was that Selina also confessed she sometimes performed sexual favours for the much younger man. “You lie with him?” Beyla clapped her hand to her mouth, wishing she hadn’t shouted it out. But Selina, a redhead with grey in her short curls, was shaking her head.

he answered without hesitation. Thank God for small miracles as the elevator stopped and a Goddess got on. It killed the conversation between Amber and Leo. This Goddess worked in the fetish room. And she was one freaky bitch. She had milky white skin that she purposely had denied herself going out in the daylight to for years to achieve. Her hair was dyed jet black. She had on nothing but black ropes draped across her body to cover her naughty bits. She always wore red contacts and would legit bite willing marks and suck the blood from their wounds. She called herself Mercy. Mercy also had her fangs in tonight. She gave Leo a predatory smile and ran her tongue over her fangs. He shifted a b

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

" Roger was stunned again. She looked up and down at the short, cute Asian girl in front of her, who was as cute as a kitten. She was thin and single...she didn't look like she could fight. "May I ask this lovely lady, what do you do?" Jessica's pretty face turned red again when she was praised by Roger, and she quickly waved her hands. "Well...well...just call me Jessica. There is no need to call me Miss..." "I work as a mercenary at Black Steel International, but I get nervous easily on important occasions, and I'm stupid, so I haven't been able to become a regular employee yet..." Speaking of which. Jessica raised her head and glanced at Roger floating in the air, then lowered her head an

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

Amy knew she was in trouble when she heard the woman call her a f#cking bitch under her breath. A blow to Amy’s chest prevented her from delivering another punch. She fell back against the elevator’s doors and watched as the Death Row Infantry-woman stood up after removing her helmet. The female soldier threw down her helmet, revealing her tough Nordic accented facial features. The soldier was beautiful, but her beauty had a slightly masculine definition. She had a prominent jawline for a woman and her half-shaved head made her look like a gothic mercenary. A scar that went from the woman’s left eye down to her chin looked like a slender earthworm beneath her skin.

Valen said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "They are not just bandits," Lyra said, her voice a low, grim murmur. "Look at their gear. It is too good. Too uniform. They are mercenaries. And they are looking for something." As they watched, one of the mercenaries, a big, burly man with a scarred face and a cruel smile, grabbed a young woman, her face streaked with soot and tears. He dragged her towards the burning house, his voice a loud, menacing shout.