Mercenary Enrollment Ao3 Novels & Stories

“It’s fine. Don’t apologize. I’m happy for you, finally found yourself a partner. Introduce him to me ssometimes I would like to meet the apple of my best friend’s eye.” Eden blushed like a young maiden experiencing her first love. Tucking her wild hair behind her ear, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll let you meet each other when we’re all free.” “Is he a soldier?” Farrah couldn’t help but be curious. Eden shook her head, denying Farrah’s words. “He’s a member of a mercenary group. A Level-3 Ability-Holder.” There’s pride etched on her smile. It blinded Farrah, making her remember she had been using that smile before, too.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Her every step was confined to the territory drawn by Aries. Every night… the nightmare returned in the form of reality. Aries would come to her room, performing her task of using her body with the same violence and brutality as always. She never spoke, never showed any emotion other than the desire to possess and release. Merin learned not to resist, not to cry out, and to act like a lifeless doll so that the pain would pass as quickly as possible. Her body began to grow accustomed to the pain, but her mind grew increasingly numb. She became listless, her eyes empty, indifferent to everything. The gourmet food, the expensive clothes—everything lavished upon her was meaningless in her eyes.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

God, I felt sick. I’d be a breeder. A surrogate for Florian — the son of the man who had murdered my family. And I was mated to him. I dug my teeth into my lower lip, finally realizing there was no escape from him. Either I got over it, or I lived with the misery intact.

“Please, please spare me!” The human male screams as his body is slammed against the bark of a tree, miles far from the werehouse, hidden in a darkness, past the dirt roads. The man's hands were barely left with three fingers as Draven showed no mercy in his torture, leaving the human male in agony as he pleaded for mercy. “Who are you people?” He raged, “Tell me.” “Ok, ok please, I’ll talk,” he cries as Draven bobs his hands, reaching for his third finger. “We are mercenaries, human mercenaries working for Silas Carson, the hunter,” he mutters.

In addition to exploring the portal, they also do various activities together, including becoming additional soldiers for the base when needed. "I'm sleepy," I whispered. Even so, I still forced myself to read the diary. One fact I found about Duna's death is... Nothing. This diary is more like a guidebook than a heartfelt diary. In this diary, Duna wrote that the mercenary card is different from the ID card. Only mercenary administrators with ranks R4 and R5 can enter the rooms and houses of fellow mercenary members with their R4-R5 card. Just like Oskar who often tresspassing Duna's room.

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

Vic tried to kill him, and he nearly killed Vic himself! “A werewolf can't have friends,” Yarsi whispered like a spell, but how desperately he didn't want to believe it. This is not the end. Mercenaries never leave an order unfinished. They will attack again, but now not openly, and if they fail again, they will repeat their attempt. And then again and again, until they achieve their goal. Peace is too much of a luxury for you….

I said and Aiden and we smirked at each other I descended the stairs and look at Derek from the far, he is looking cheerful and I knew that he would come here because he loves Anna then how can he ignore her mating ceremony I look around the party and Camilla is nowhere to be seen, I guess she left the party and its better if she doesn't get the information about her brother because how can I forget that she is still the traitor's daughter I left the mansion and waited outside because my victory is near. I see from the far that my army is coming with Derek who is captured by them I feel so happy that he is struggling and now I am at peace because my enemies are in pain "How are you Derek," I