Mercenary Enrollment Ao3 Novels & Stories

The gash across her shoulder was no longer bleeding; it was radiating a deep, pulsing violet-gold heat that was physically warping the code floating in the nearest stream, sending long lines of distorted text melting into the void. ​"Your High Council spent three centuries using my family's blood as a financial asset to print their fake peace," Elara said, her voice dropping into that absolute, terrifyingly calm register that carried the collective weight of the ancient Aurelian throne. "They blinded Damon, they hunted my pack, and they turned our names into a series of contract clauses. I didn't climb through seventy-three layers of your prison just to let you use my body as a stamp for you

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?

But working in Aeternum is not easy even getting in would be hard, but with joining the Aeternum Merit Act, they will get prioritize. Also the Aeternum Merit Act, also have something called Merit points, the Higher the Merits, then the more you can get and easier it is to Obtained. That is why, 80% of the Mercenaries and Adventurer that in this current war, were all coming from Aeternum and those that based in Aeternum, all for the Merit points. And truthfully, those that comes from Aeternum, be it Mercenary or Adventurer, all of them were not only capable, but all of them were wearing high quality gears, strapped with high quality potions, which made those that looks at them in envy.

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

"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.

My arms folded tightly beneath my cloak as I leaned against the wall, watching. “You don’t get to lie anymore,” Rowan growled, pacing behind the chair like a predator. “We know you weren’t acting alone. Start talking.” The mercenary coughed, spraying red across his chin. “I already told you,” he croaked. “I don’t know who the paymaster was. Our boss handled all that.” “Your boss is dead,” Kai said coldly. “Thanks to us.” Damien crouched in front of him, face calm—lethal in its stillness. “So start from the beginning. Why were you there? What were your orders?”

The photo showed two teenage boys covered in flour and white powder, black marker smeared across their faces, and a glittery banner behind them that read: We Accept Defeat But We Will Have Revenge. Aurelio raised his eyebrows. “...That’s me?” “No,” Valentino deadpanned. “That’s me and Luca after you and I won round three. And then you betrayed me in round four.” “He duct taped my ankles to the toilet,” Luca said, almost proud. “While you distracted me with fake crying and a balloon animal.” “You made a deal with the enemy!” Valentino snapped. “You sold me out!” Aurelio stared, then let out a low whistle. “...Damn. I was good.”