Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

Xavier I sat in my torture room with the evil spy that was sent by a rival mafia group to get information from my cabal. My men had already beaten him to a pulp and he looked so battered like he had gone through hell and back and to be fair he really deserves everything that was done to him. Aside from the fact that he was a spy sent by a rival mafia group, this man was also a rapist and child trafficker. I had one of my boys look into him and his record was truly disgusting.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

"Oh? If not the military, then who did you bring in?" Xavier snorted. "My reach and influence aren't something those amateurs hired by the Goldings can compare to. This time, I've got the Blood Wolf Mercenaries from the Srovika Federation. Sure, a few of their grunts got taken out, but their deputy commander, Andarov Markovic, hasn't even made a move yet. "He and I go way back—saved each other's lives before. Now that a few of his men have been killed, Andrew has become his personal revenge project."

It flies back, slamming into the wall. Three men stand in the doorway. They’re dressed in mismatched tactical gear, their faces covered by masks. But on their shoulders, distinct and terrifying, is a patch I recognize. A claw gripping an iron bar. Ironclaw mercenaries. "Found her," the lead mercenary growls. His eyes flick from me to Elara, then to the bundle in her arms. "Well, well. Looks like we’re just in time for the party." "Get out!" Elara screams, backing toward the window. "Get out!"

My twin brother Sebastion, Lola, who is the herbalist, and Merrick, a Mercenary, sat scattered around the table. "Can you tell me about one of your assassin missions?" He was practically pawing at me, begging to tell him something. "Listen kid, your lucky you didn't live a life like mine. Why don't you try enjoying yours while you still have it." I growled. Pouting he sat down next to Merrick. Merrick laughed at him, patting him on the back. He was an old mercenary. Normally smelt of stale alcohol and tobacco. White wispy hair that was slicked back. Five o 'clock shadow, pale blue eyes. Always wore his white button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and revealing gash marks down his chest. He

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

This was something they didn't know how to handle, so they sent Sasha to New Siland as well. This was Gary's problem. He should deal with it himself. Looking at Sasha's gaunt face in front of me, her smugness and arrogance were long gone. "You're talking to the wrong person. Whether Gary returns or not has nothing to do with me." "But he stayed because of you. If you make him go back, he will surely listen to you. Please help me." I smirked. "Sasha, do you take me for a saint? Have you forgotten what you did to me? The fact that I did not seek revenge is the maximum kindness that I can show, yet you still dare ask me for my help?"

He rushed toward Yonathan and hackled a spit in front of his legs and then said coldly, “Are you joking? You got a thousand of us Lone Wolves here just to deal with a couple men? “We, the Lone Wolves, are a mercenary organization, not just some bodyguards. Do you understand?!” Yonathan’s expression changed slightly. The mercenaries came from abroad, not only did they earn a lot of money, they also had really bad temperament. Yonathan had to force a smile. “Mr. Hank, we gave you double the market price just to get all of you gathered here. “How about this? After all this is over, I’ll double the money again as final payment.” Hulk Hank’s light blue eyes squinted and then replied with disdain:

"First of all, he is always wearing the clothes of an Invisible, so that means that he worships the Invisibles. Secondly, I heard him calling his father on the phone the other day. He told him to be careful when he is with the Invisibles. His father also said that he would execute the plans well. That means that his father is one of the Invisibles too. But, why would an Invisible send his biological son here?" "He could be adopted, right?" Sean questioned. "Yes, that could be a possibility." "Do you have his photo?" Sean asked. The masked mercenary took out his phone and passed it to Sean. Sean took the phone. A murderous look flashed across the masked mercenary's eyes as he tried to stab Se