Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

"With my partner." "Understood. But if you ever need contracts, send word. I know other Alphas who could use your services." We left that morning, gold in hand, reputation building. On the journey home, Marcus was quiet. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "That you're building something. Maybe without realizing it." He looked at me. "A mercenary group. Fighters for hire. Loyal to each other, not to any pack." "Is that what this is?" "Could be. If you wanted it to be." He paused. "There are others like me, you know. Good fighters who've been cast out for stupid reasons. Who'd jump at the chance to belong somewhere again."

When the final corporate name unmasked itself on the screen, Duncan’s heart stopped. The money had landed in the account of Viper Strike Security, a notorious, highly lethal mercenary group composed entirely of rogue Alpha shifters who specialized in political assassinations and domestic terrorism. Duncan’s breathing turned ragged, a savage, beastly growl rattling deep inside his chest.

Midnight. Brooklyn Navy Yard. Rain poured down, turning the industrial shipyard into a blur of grey shadows. High atop a crane, a sniper adjusted his scope. Below, fifty heavily armed Genesis mercenaries hid behind shipping containers, waiting. "Target approaching," the sniper whispered into his comms. "Three black SUVs. High speed. Entering the kill zone now." The Commander of the mercenary unit, a scarred man named Vork, grinned. "Wait until they are in the center. Then turn them into swiss cheese."

That was a piece of good news for us; it meant they were a small group. "Arthur, surround the building with our men. I want every exit block," I ordered. He nodded and gathered his men to move. "Denver, go to your position and tell our men to shoot every goddamn person, except Ember," I instructed. Denver and his group were specialized snipers. They were known for their combat skills. I started walking with two guns in my hand. A room with two guards was my goal. I could feel her presence there. "If we kill you, we can even rule the gang!" A man advanced to me with a baseball bat in his hand. He swung it to me, but he was too slow, so I dodged it. I aimed for his opening and shot there—one d

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

Darryl shook his head and smiled, indicating that he was not bothered at all. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a unique temperament slowly walked toward the center of the battle stage. "Everyone, be quiet!" He was not loud, but his voice echoed throughout the valley. His inner energy must be powerful! All eyes were on him. Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence."

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

Mavric coughed, blood spilling from his lips. He looked up at the dark night sky. "She... will never... be yours." Just as Marcus was about to pull the trigger, a guided missile slammed into his helicopter from an unexpected direction. A new tactical team emerged from the darkness but they were not Thorne’s men. They were the Vanguard team, an elite mercenary unit led by someone Liora knew very well. END OF CHAPTER 90..

Lucas said that as he waved to his people, "Shoot them into sleeves." As he said that, and before his people raised the guns in their hands. Six or seven shadows rushed out like ghosts. Within a blink, all of them had been knocked down on the ground. These people were the Divine Mercenaries hiding in the dark. Those people, including Saber, had all reached eighth level of Overt Power and were all experienced. Those ordinary people were no more than a piece of cake for them. Lucas and his fellows had been knocked out before they could see it clearly.