Marvel Mercenary Novels & Stories

My ribs were a dull, constant ache, a reminder of the bullet that had tried to rewrite history, a nagging reminder that I wasn't invincible. "And the mercenaries?" I asked, standing up and testing my balance. The dizziness was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. "Paid off and sent packing," Stark said, looking over his spectacles. "They were very happy to take cash over Cian’s promises of future land deeds. You bought an army, Your Majesty. Literally."

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

She missed him so much that it was unbearable, and she regretted everything she had done. Every day, she would drink herself into oblivion, and as a result, the baby in her womb didn't survive. Her uterus had to be removed as well. That was when Dash showed up. He threatened to leak explicit photos of her unless she handed the company over to him. He had planned to use the baby to secure his place, but it had never occurred to him that she would give up the baby for Tristan. Dash had always known that she loved Tristan. He never dreamed of getting her love—all he wanted was money and power.

Not when I just got him back. Please…I just got him back… Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the line clicks, and Marcel’s voice fills the car, “What is it?” “Marcel,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “It’s Mercy. Levi’s been shot.”

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.

A mercenary in heavy armor reached inside, grabbing the silver briefcase. "Package secured!" the mercenary yelled through his radio. Despite their efforts, the mercenaries secure the EMP briefcase yet again and vanish in an armored convoy. Marcus let out a roar of absolute fury, but his body wouldn't obey. He could only watch through his fading vision as the heavy armored vehicles sped away into the thick night fog, leaving behind a trail of burning metal, smoke, and blood.

"Xavier... look at this. He wasn't assigned to this audit. He was paid." Xavier leaned down, his eyes scanning the digital signature on the wire transfer authorization. A cold, terrifying realization settled into his chest as he read the name of the true antagonist pulling Pendleton’s strings from the shadows. "He's a mercenary," Xavier growled, his voice thick with a lethal fury. "The feds don't even know he's here." The progress bar on Selah’s screen flashed green: D******D COMPLETE. Selah instantly hit the comms link to Marcus and Isaiah in the sedan, who immediately patched it through to Damaris's hidden, microscopic earpiece.

He offered me more, offered me something I didn't know I needed, something I thought I no longer deserved. A home. A family. Brotherhood. The Nightmare Warriors have been my family for years. But now, I don't know if I even have them any longer. I've proven not to be trusted. This isn't the first time I have put my needs before the clubs and that goes against the number one rule of the club.

I knelt, begging for forgiveness. Who would've thought that I would, one day, deceive myself like this? Soon enough, I realized Adrian was my last lifeline. The lawsuit demanded enormous resources. I poured nearly half of Thompson Group into it. Everyone said I'd gone mad—even more so than Harry. I no longer cared. The bone marrow compatibility results and the reply from the research facility arrived at the same time. I arranged for Adrian to meet me. He knew exactly why I was there. He took the report. Before leaving, he flashed me a mocking smile.

"While I might be a new designer, but I'm not desperate to the point of selling my mechs to pirates." "Now hold on for a sec, Ves." Marcella held out her hand. "It's actually not a pirate we're selling our mechs to. The intermediary is a familiar face around Bentheim. He's serving as an agent for some of the shadier mercenary corps, but he has a good reputation in so far that he doesn't deal with gangs with active bounties on their heads.