Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

Then she narrowed her beautiful fox eyes and chuckled: "You can rest assured that you don't need Miao Cao. You will be fine after you have been coated with medicine." "Will it affect my future actions?" Mary Kinson shook her head. "That's good." Zero one nodded slowly. Mary Kinson continued to encourage him to speak: "Where do these mercenaries come from, do you know?" Zero-one said dryly: "Their teeth have been pulled out, and their fingerprints have been worn off. They are old enemies of Edmend Black." Then, he closed his eyes. Mary Kinson doesn't know what to say. Zero One is like a robot. After talking for a few words, all the topics are ended in one sentence.

Orin came second, axe on his shoulder, grinning like this was a game. And behind them, twenty Umbra mercs, faces hidden behind serpent masks. Mara stepped forward. “Brother,” she called. The tallest merc stepped forward, pulling off his mask. He looked like Mara. Same sharp jaw, same dark hair. But his eyes were cold. “Kara,” he said. “You look well. For a traitor.” Mara flinched at the name. “Don’t call me that. Not here.” Kara smiled. “Where then? In the grave?”

“Mara said you’re working live-in now. Some rich family.” Everything inside me goes still. “Yeah. It’s a caregiver position. Good pay.” “She’s worried about you. Said you seemed different when she saw you last.” I close my eyes and press my free hand against my forehead. Of course Mara’s worried. Of course she called Miles. Of course she can’t just let this go and trust that I know what I’m doing. “I’m fine. The job’s demanding but I’m handling it. I’m just trying to keep us afloat until Mom’s surgery.”

His chuckled humourlessly. "I'm not your son!" I snapped. The words he addressed me as, disgusted me. I wanted to tore him limb from limb for years he stood as Alpha. I charged towards him full force and hitting the area I had clawed him just minutes before. As rogue it takes longer for you to heal, even if you were an high rank before. Being a rogue slows down healing processes and every other benefit of a normal werewolf, it was the perfect form of torture for him...a living death itself as he lost his Alpha status and power.

" I tried to gaslight my own mind. After all, he was very handsome. I bet he already has many women groveling over him. I don’t think a man with that status would waste his time for me. Marc started ranting like a father, stating advice that tingles my eardrums. He also explained the terms of our contract regarding the mission and said that I would only receive half of the reward. But our little chitty chat was interrupted as we all noticed someone’s, no, a few people's presence nearby. "Duck!" Marc’s panicking voice lingered in my ears. "What the!" The rain of bullets interrupted the word I was about to say. "Oh damn it, my garden!" I screamed in annoyance, then pointed my gun, trying to fi

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

"It's not old people. There's whispers of outside contractors. Professionals." Mercenaries. Elijah was bringing fucking mercenaries. I drained my whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the fury building in my chest. "How many?" "Enough." Marco shrugged. "More than a handful, less than an army. But all quality. The kind who don't miss." I needed more. Needed names, numbers, entry points. But before I could press further, Marco's expression changed—eyes widening slightly, his body tensing. "Silas. We've got company."

Marcus noted, his demeanor shifting instantly from victim to soldier. "Mercenaries," Jack said, examining the print. "And they aren't hiding."

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

“Miss Tulip, you should have a channel to contact those large and medium-sized mercenary groups, right?” “I can indeed get in touch with some of them.” “I want you to help me send a message to those large and medium-sized mercenary groups.” “Mr. Lidell, please tell me more.” "In one week, Red Flame Mercenaries that I founded will set off to attack Dark Cape and take down the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Anyone who wants to come to help Red Flames can name their price. Plus, Tyrant will definitely die so I promise there would not be any unexpected harms,” David said seriously.