Female Mercenary Novels & Stories

"Mercer gave me a vessel that cannot break, cannot bleed, and cannot die." She takes a predatory step forward, the artificial joints of her star-metal frame clicking softly against the grating. Every movement she makes radiates an aura of cold, calculating cruelty, stripped of any lingering human fragility she once possessed. The dark magic humming beneath her porcelain skin pulses in rhythmic unison with the factory's alarms, tying her very existence to the beating heart of Mercer's industrial war machine. I tighten my grip on my daggers, my knuckles whitening as I stare into the eyes of the monster who murdered my mother and nearly destroyed Daryl.

A third mercenary approaches Ali, bowing slightly out of respect. Mercenary Three (In Modern Arabic): Trucks are coming up the hill, Commander. What should we do with the sick girl? The mercenary gestures to where Sashawna hoists the smaller girl into her arms, now wearing the black hoodie. She whispers affirmations to the girl. Yet, her troubled gaze finds Ali's. Ali Batam (In Modern Arabic): Leave her. He rolls his eyes, then turns to walk back to the Humvee. The two mercenaries turn, and Ali nods to the three posted around the vehicle. The third opens the door and he ducks inside.

Not exhaustion. Anticipation. Because she was done being afraid. Done being the victim. Done letting other people dictate her story. She was Aria Chen-Mercer. Daughter of Marcus Chen. CEO of Hale Industries. Wife of Leon Mercer. Survivor. Fighter. Warrior. And whatever Titan Holdings threw at her next, she'd face it head-on. Because that's what warriors did. They fell. They bled. They lost. But they never quit. Never.

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

And they were trained, well-equipped, and Prepared. They swarmed her, pinning her to the ground. She bucked and twisted, snarling words I couldn't make out. Every muscle in my body screamed to help her, but I could barely lift my head. One of the mercenaries noticed me huddled in the hollow. "Got another one here. Male's in bad shape though. Worth bringing?" The leader crouched down to examine me—a woman with a scar running from her temple to her jaw, eyes like chips of ice. She grabbed my chin, turning my face side to side with clinical detachment.

Panthera raised his head in agreement and looked to one of his men, who instantly reached for his gun, aiming for Snow Fenner’s head. Leopard Mercenary Corps was the largest mercenary group globally and is also the most formidable in the area. When it came time to split the money, they would definitely receive a larger share. “No.” Finally, Lily Zimmerman, who had recovered from her fear, rushed over in a panic. She stared at the people present, her gaze pleading as she spluttered, “What are you doing? Have you mistaken her for someone else? “She’s just an actress who’s reserved and has never offended anyone. Why do you want to kill her?”

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

It was an absolute slaughter. On the digital monitors, the mercenary captain didn't hesitate. He racked the slide of his suppressed rifle and aimed the crimson laser sight directly at Victoria Sterling's chest. In perfect unison, forty nine other mercenaries raised their weapons, completely turning on the Matriarch. Zara had just bought an entire army from ten miles away. Lucian let out a dark, demonic growl of pure worship, his massive hand tightening possessively on Zara's hip. But on the screen, Victoria Sterling didn't drop the silver lighter. She didn't scream or beg.

In which they had several organizations under orders from Annecy, under orders from Veronika, in which she created a female mafia in which there is a wave of mercenaries under her power who are responsible for training warriors for other smaller organizations that have expanded with missions from bribery to murders. Being that the various locations in which they were scattered, between divisions, laboratories, temples and the hidden cities were divided, in various parts of the world, in all countries, between colonies, in addition to cities, in which having to with the agents divided in which they colonized cities called Marcella villages.

Figuring out how to survive this debacle is the priority, not some woman. His wolf would not be persuaded, and Brand found himself bringing the woman to the forefront of his mind despite himself. She was intriguing. Beautiful, yes, but formidable as well. His blood stirred at the thought of seeing her in battle. Her stormy-grey eyes flashing. Her taut muscles wielding her sword. Her white-blonde hair streaming in the wind. He knew she would be a force to be reckoned with. His thoughts then inexorably strayed to seeing her in a different sort of battle with him – naked and riding him with her powerful leg muscles locked around his hips. Faen! He flipped to his other side, growling in frustrat