Mercenary Enrollment Ao3 Novels & Stories

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

"But I want the 'Marrow'. The Genesis is going to be the 'Fuel' for my new, Unmapped Market." From the mercury-sea, thousands of "Failed Protagonists"—warriors with no faces and names that had been erased—began to rise, their eyes solid pools of liquid silver. "The 'Auction' is starting," the beast announced. "And the starting bid is the mother's soul."

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

He was aware of that. The God of War once made that oath to everyone from the five strongest nations. However, the foreign mercenaries simply served as ordinary soldiers in the war. He did not expect someone superior like the God of War to take notice of them. Yet today, these mercenaries offended the God of War. Kaze said indifferently, “What are you waiting for? Slit your throat.” “Wham!” Moments later, the foreign mercenary collapsed to the ground, his hand gripping a blood-stained dagger. His face bore his reluctance to depart from the world.

But when the time came for real brutality, they would all be reduced to clinging whelps running from an apex predator when they discovered my bestial rage. No, their pathetic bluster would not do much to counter the power I had unleashed. "Mercenaries," I spit out, looking at Sienna, like a curse through gnashed fangs. The best freelance warmongers and sellswords from throughout the realms. They were raised only to inflict uncontrolled destruction upon anyone who arouses their wrath, so expect no mercy from them."

The orders have not been issued by me but by whoever their new commander is, and they followed the instructions without hesitation. The army of my fallen Lycans are now forsaken Lycan warriors fighting for Wengarthria, following the orders of Macabantrans; they looked nothing like their usual selves. Bloody Wengarthrians created an army of forsaken warriors off my fallen brethren. Those who once stood by my side were now at ready to start killing us, our own kind. Each new flash of light which blitzed through the darkness of this harrowing encampment revealed new horror. And then I stepped closer as I couldn’t watch this fratricidal slaughter in happening. Merlius, his Fae-witch mate and Ara

You can find me on In$ta and find out which apps they are one. Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (completed)

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

Some Elders, along with a bunch of werewolf enforcers, were sent out to the fey dimension, and before evening we received word back. They were going to honour the pact. The rest of the day was spent training rigorously, and welcoming Alphas from different packs along with their warriors. The evening sun glistened on the bare backs and corded arms of the training warriors. Vaughan stood before them, shirtless. His muscles flexed deliciously as he practiced, sweat sliding down his toned abs--

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad