Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

he announced. "Seriously?" Williams asked surprised. "Yeah, she needs our help, and we need to help her , it's the least we can do to help, you know her father was a good man to me, to us . We have to" he explained. "It's Mario right? that bastard!" Williams said a bit upset. "I'm not surprised, he's an enemy to everyone, he's doom is coming soon"Martins said. "He has destroyed so many other territories too I heard and rendered their people helpless, turning them to slaves and selling them out"Williams said.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

She walked out of her bedroom and stood perfectly straight in the middle of the hallway, her jaw clenched, her eyes burning with pure, icy defiance. Three massive men in black tactical gear stepped into the hallway. They weren't corporate spies; they were highly trained, heavily armed mercenaries. The leader, a scarred man holding a suppressed automatic rifle, locked eyes with her. "Ms. Vance," the mercenary said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble. "Elias Thorne sends his regards. We are here for the triplets. Make this easy, and you don't have to bleed."

I had buried that body myself, crying like a child. A loud knock on the door made me jump. "Alpha!" my Beta, Marcus, shouted. "The mercenary is here. The one we hired to protect the borders. She just drove through the front gates." "I’m coming," I said. I wiped my eyes and put on my Alpha face, the face that was made of cold stone. I walked down to the front courtyard. I expected a dirty wolf in old clothes. Instead, a huge, black armored SUV, a car that looked like a tank pulled up. The engine roared like a monster.

" Mr. Riddle Sr. raised his head as he looked at Nicole. The look in his eyes changed. 'No wonder Mr. Wyance and Mr. Johnston Sr. cared about her so much.’ 'Zane Spears’s the world’s most famous mercenary organization. They’re employed by top-level figures from countries around the world.’ 'No one has seen Zane Spears. But mercenaries that were chosen by him are elite talents. And they were all chosen when they were at a young age. Among them are people from ancient families and the children of wealthy families. They’re all athletic and talented geniuses.’

Blake said, irritated. With his head still lowered, the bald man slowly got up and placed his hands before him like a child being scolded. “Okay, can you get the bounty removed?” Blake asked. He needed it removed, or there would be troubles. The bald man furrowed his brow in contemplation and then finally nodded. “Okay, what is the name of your mercenary organization?” Blake finally asked. “We are the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization.” The bald man proudly said. “Are you affiliated with the Mid-Eastern Alliance?” Blake asked surprisingly.

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.