Life Of A Mercenary Novels & Stories

“I've been a mercenary for years, Samantha. I've done so to bring money to my family, money into this community. But I've done terrible things to do so. “We haven’t always lived a good life here. My family didn't have a home that was big enough for us. We barely had enough food to feed everyone. We grew up struggling, and I decided that as soon as I got older, I would change that. “Then, I met my mate. I met her and I fell hard for her and I wanted to give her the life she deserved. So, I took on dangerous work. I took on deadly work so we could stay together.” I’m confused on what that could possibly have to do with us. I still don’t understand, but I listen because I'm glad he's finally te

When a person was on the brink of death, it was only natural to be filled with terror. But at that moment, Thiago was surprisingly calm. There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in his heart. He closed his eyes. His life began flashing before his eyes. At the age of 18, he joined the ranks of the criminal underworld. After learning martial arts, he clawed his way up through the ranks and eventually attained the 12th rank on the Tigrine Ranking. He became the undisputed king of Rivershine's criminal underworld.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

Anything to keep him from being swept away by the awful cacophony of demise surrounding him. The sounds of battle dimmed around him as he desperately tried to tune out the sound of the dead and dying. He didn’t know how many had attempted to invade their camp but the band was taking no prisoners. They were mercenaries, they fought for coin, they were walking weapons for hire, it didn’t surprise him to know they would all kill without hesitation. “Cherub.” But as a healer, that didn’t mean he could sit idly by and not be affected by the violence.

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

What meaning is there in my life if he isn't by my side? Even from her handwriting, he could feel her collapse that day. He imagined her hand trembling as she wrote. Pain shot through him. He knew his absence had caused her unbearable grief, but seeing it written in her own hand, he couldn't help but feel sorrow. At the time, their family had gone bankrupt overnight. He had lost the title of the Masseria family heir. But he still had his hidden identity—the shadow of a powerful underworld figure. He had planned to confess everything to Sandra, to hide her safely away from the world.

Just a father who'd already decided, and a version of myself that kept bleeding effort into a contest that was rigged before either of us understood the rules. I built something else instead, out there beyond IronVale's borders. Not a kingdom, nothing that grand. Just a life that belonged entirely to me, border work, mercenary contracts, eventually command of my own small unit made up of men who judged me on competence rather than birth order. Mac found me two years into that exile, half-starved and half-feral, and somehow decided I was worth following anyway. I never fully understood why, but I've been grateful for it every day since.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

I wanted to see that cold, arrogant look vanish in a spray of red. "You're lying," I choked out, though the certainty in my heart was crumbling. "You're lying because you're a coward." "I'm a mercenary," he retorted, his voice rising with a harsh, jagged edge. "I was a plant from the day I walked onto your property. Your family used me against my will for years. It's only fair if I breathe a little air.” He chuckled before continuing. “I dismantled the Mann empire while you were busy falling in love with a ghost. Look at yourself, Kamara. You’re holding a gun you don't know how to use, in a dress that costs more than the men coming to kill you. You’re still a princess playing at being a sold

If I had to guess I’d say in our time together we took out well over a few thousand criminals, creeps, pimps and just all around scum. The world was gray to me, it held no color, no real life. Just survival. I seduced women for the sport of it, the way vampires did. Women were just something for me to toy with, get off with. There were never any feelings whatsoever. In our free time Mercy helped me learn more languages which was a passion of mine, really the only one. He knew like thirty some different ones, it was nuts. But what else did he have to do to pass the centuries?