Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

Whitney Lund throws me out of the base on the day my ability test results come out. "You were tested three times, and all three results show that you're a non-ability user, Maverick." Raven Lincoln, her second-in-command, stands nearby with a look of disdain. "Whitney has kept you around for three years even though you're just an ordinary person. She's done more than enough for you. You've already received the expulsion order from the base, so get out of here and stop being an eyesore." I grip the expulsion order tightly, a lump forming in my throat. I've spent three years following Whitney, and just last month, I nearly died in a mutant rat horde just to gain enough points for her S-ran

Or a body. "Silas," I warned, my voice a growl. “I’m not lying,” Ivy cried out. “I was at The Abyss. I ran into the Mercer brothers. Are you happy now?” A long, chilling silence filled the speakers. “The Mercers?” Grant’s tone changed. It wasn't angry anymore. It was... calculating. “You were with Silas Mercer?” “I saw them. We talked. That’s it.” “They are worth billions,” Grant muttered, sounding like he was talking to himself. “And they have history with your family... they have a soft spot for the grieving sister...”

“Julian, that man today, are you saying they sent him?” He hesitated, and in that hesitation, I found my answer. “Then who was he?” I pressed. Julian sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “He wasn’t some random creep, Savannah. He’s part of a mercenary team, a hired gun.” The realization hit like a punch. “A mercenary?” I repeated, barely above a whisper.

I ask, looking at the four others in the room. “Mehira and Jael are my most trusted warriors. My son would never go against me, unlike your father, and his mate would never go against him. Even if she started to say something she shouldn’t, Reyes would be able to deter her,” he says, smiling at Marlene to take the sting out of his words. “I know I’m only human, but I know how to keep a secret. I just don’t understand why she’s a secret,” Marlene says, shrugging. “She’s family, right?”

He grins in response, then goes back to sharpening his knives. This is why having a jet is useful. Not only can we work while we travel, we can carry weapons with us. We’ll be dropping Alpha Pan, Alpha Lance, and Alpha Mackin off in Richmond first. Then we’ll be heading to North Carolina to pay the Blood moonPack a little visit. Beta Lock will be with us, as well as a handful of Carnage Wolves that Alpha Duncan quietly sent our way after Jordanbrought him up to speed via a secure line. It took some doing, what with Alpha Dirk’s clan overseeing telecommunications on the island. But Alpha Duncan is the chief security expert for a reason. Between Jordan and Alpha Pan, they found a way to reach

she gave me begging eyes, watching someone over my shoulder. Yup. The guy behind me was very definitely her type. I rolled my eyes at her. “I promised I wouldn't cockblock you again, Karma. Have fun. Don't be too loud, you're next door to me!” “Is he one of yours, Rogue?” He nodded. “Gunner. My Sergeant at Arms.” I snorted. “Appropriate.” It worked for us that my second was also my Sergeant at Arms, but that wasn't the case everywhere. Apparently it wasn't for Rogue’s Henchmen since I was seriously thinking about jumping Ghost and Karma was about to roll around with Gunner.

Aurora. I tightened my grip on Gunner’s side, digging my fingernails into his flesh. Gunner stared at Doyle, and Doyle stared back at Gunner. I looked around us, we were still surrounded. At a quick glance, I counted nine, ten including the Alpha. Should be easy to take them. I've taken down more than this on my own before. But Gunner doesn’t seem like the type to get scared at just anyone. He called these ones mercenaries. I've never heard of Werewolf mercenaries. I wonder if the hunters knew about them. Probably not, or else they would have extinguished them by now. Human mercenaries earn their reputation, similar to that of a hunter clan. I can only assume that wolf mercenaries work the s

I didn't care what they were laughing about but just ruined my moment with my times with Don. "So, why are elite mercenaries working with us?" Ask one of them. "I forgot you're a rookie here," says another. "These elite mercenaries aren't ordinary but were high-level, skilled retired marines who do jobs for important people like our boss." "So, like train assassins?" "They kill, but only those who threaten the US." "But doesn't that consider our boss a threat? I mean, he's digging up some ancient grave for some gold." Says the rookie, who seems concerned about his arrogant boss.

I memorized the faces of the mercenaries, though they were masked. “Identify the gear,” I said to Christian, who was standing beside me, his face grim. “Tactical vests are military grade,” Christian noted, his voice low. “Movement is precise. These aren’t street thugs, Xander. These are contractors. Private military.” “Who hired them?” “Arnett doesn’t have the capital for a team like this,” Christian said. “Someone bankrolled him.” I turned away from the screen, the image of Eliana’s limp body burned into my retinas.