Female Mercenary Novels & Stories

" How many lashes did he give you" Erada asked calmly, she was stroking the whip and the expression on her face was unreadable, even though she was a mercenary, she hated people that hurt weak women and little children, it was a clear line she had drawn when she decided to become a mercenary, if she hurt weak children and defenseless women then she was no different from the people that had hurt her and mother, the same people she was determined to destroy, the scars on her body still reminded her of her ordeal and the constant nightmares that plagued her sleep.

“We're done here, let's go check on the patient, call your girl up, find out how far she is, Venus needs to get an I.V up.” Mercy washes up her hands while she talks to me and I pull on my cut and rip the rest of my sleeve from my arm off. Mercy used to be a nurse for the military before she decided her life belonged in the field, not caring for the injured. She became our eyes and ears, got a shit straw of luck when her in-tel got her sister and team dead. Now she hides her pain and hurt behind her nosy ways and optimistic but lethal attitude toward life. She is one of the few of us in the club that has retired from the special ops. And maybe the only one who didn't let that life alter the

We both chuckled and I left the underground parking lot. Just as I made to enter the elevator, a husky masculine voice called out to me from the darkness in the corner, "Your Highness.." I halted, and turned around to make sure no other person was around before saying, "47, you followed me down here?" "That woman cannot be underestimated. The way she carries herself, her consciousness of her environment, her posture of walking, and the way she grabs things with her hand, I believe she is a professional mercenary who has killed a lot"

Mary Sue’s lips cracked and bled, but without time to tidy herself, she handed Madam Hacks another wet wipe. Madam Hacks cleaned her hands and said indifferently, “You can’t even handle a tiny job, idiot.” “Lee somehow detected an abnormality in Stone’s coma and told Gareth, ma’am,” Mary Sue explained. Madam Hacks said callously, “Is his wife in your hands?” “Yes. I assigned Kailan and Deborah with a few of the Zion Mercenaries to watch that woman.” Mary Sue stole a glance at the foreigners behind Madam Hacks. She knew that the foreigners belonged to Zion Mercenaries too. These individuals were stronger and higher ranked than the ones keeping watch on Darcy.

Garrow said, while he pointed his spear toward the spot where the Huntress was currently gutting two of our scouts at the same time. "She’s a fast one, I’ll give her that, and I can see why the Mercenary Guild charged so much for her services, but she’s just one girl and she’s burning through her energy like a candle in a gale," I replied, and I didn't let the worry show on my face because I had been planning this raid for months and I wasn't going to let a half-vampire freak ruin my chance to crush Theron’s pack.

"Kill me. Do it." She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. "But if you kill me, Sayler dies." I froze. The pressure on her throat lessened a fraction. "What?" I hissed. Veronica coughed, gasping for air, but her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Did you think I'd come this far without insurance? I have a team of mercenaries—rogues I hired from the Northern Wastes. They are waiting at the border of the Lycan territory."

he grunted, his voice rough, "you’re the one who needs someone taken care of." I eyed him warily, choosing my words carefully. "That’s right. There’s a woman who has become... an inconvenience to me. I need her dealt with." The mercenary leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don’t care who she is or why you want her dead. All I care about is the payment." I frowned. "But I have paid you. I gave Erinne your payment." "Well, you look like a second payment won't hurt you," he commented, looking me over from head to toe. "One bag of gold would not be enough for a job of this magnitude."

I dropped it back on the tray, shaking my head from the disgust. As a mercenary, we had been trained to drink almost all kinds of drinks, sweet, bitter, strong, when it was necessary. I couldn't even get drunk no matter how much I drank, it was like a superpower of some sort. I sighed, there was barely anything sweet in this place. They were all so bitter and alcoholic that it hurt. Well, what was I expecting? I came to a place filled with drug lord, mafia lords and illegal business people. And worse, they all smelled of sweat.

Relief and fear mingled in my chest. As the police cleared the house, other men appeared—masked, moving fast. They weren’t police. “There she is…” One of them said through the mask and started approaching me like a predator. That’s when I realized that they are here for me. For my blood, the truth I had exposed. I drew in a sharp breath. The war was only beginning and I was ready. This is Ember Hawthorn, the first female Alpha of my generation.

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.