Mercenary Enrollment Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My warriors fall in line behind me, we have not had the time to get to know one another, but we are fighting as one. I rip out the throat of the first rogue wolf I come to, as his lifeless body falls to my feet three more wolves attack. One goes for my throat, while the others attack my sides, biting into my stomach and back. I growl, letting my alpha tone seep into the growl, ordering them to submit. The one to my left is young, I don't think he has been a rogue long, because he stops attacking, and bares his neck to me at once.

AHMET reassured OPHTALIA and headed with his group into the hideout, it was a big camp under the command of an ancient commander called SHEN , he recruited every refused mercenaries from EDEN, now over 500 person in the camp. AHMET and the group waited the night to attack, the plan was easy DOOM will attack the camp to distract them ,ROSY will cover him from far away ,AHMET and ANGY will enter the camp and search the girl, GLORY will wait in the woods and kill everyone who try escape.

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

They were in a heated battle. I joined the pack to fight against the Elder’s rogue and witches army. ****Author's note***** Hi guys! I hope you are enjoying the chapter so far; there's still a lot to be done with so little time. The next chapter is going to be a lot to handle. As always, don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts; I'm always looking forward to reading your comments. Chapter soundtrack: Tales of Dominico by Lil Nas X

If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this. "I told you. Join me and my empire. Protecting those small and feeble creatures are not worth it. We are born to conquer, Mherkealla. Come to me now," Olga stated. Mherkealla heaved a sigh, her breath slowed, like a clock running out of battery. Memories of those who fought and died ached her heart. It was as if the sacrifices they made fell in vain. Enchantress Mherkealla heard another voice. She was certain it came inside her mind.

My hands shook as I opened it. Inside was: – a black combat hoodie – boots – a wristband with numbers on it – a card with rules printed on it I picked up the card. I felt the blood drain from my face as i scanned through it. “What… the hell… is this?” Curly-haired girl whispered, “You’ll learn. We all did.” “Learn what?!” I snapped. “That Erevos doesn’t care what you were before.” I froze. “What I was before? I’m still ”

"The transition is beginning, Elara. Feel the weight of the throne." "I am not sitting on the throne," I said, reaching for the very center of the mountain's core. "I am becoming the cage." I lunged upward, passing through the stone ceiling as if it were water. I didn't stop until I was hovering in the center of the Great Hall, looking down at the carnage. The North was here. Hundreds of mercenaries in silver-filigree armor were pouring into the sanctum, led by Silas and a cadre of Hollowed priests.

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.

MELANIE Shoving me roughly down onto my knees, Lucas smirked down at me, lifting his dark, perfectly arched brows as he towered over my trembling form. The hardwood floor bit unapologetically into my bare knees, but I barely even felt it. My entire focus was completely locked on what was happening right in front of my face—the sweet sexual debauchery. I swallowed nervously, my eyes widening as I looked at my stepuncle’s thick, hard, veiny cock pointing straight toward me like a dangerous weapon. One I wouldn't mind wielding regardless of how destructive it looked.

"And this time, we aren't stopping until the Council of Twelve is nothing but ash and memories." As we walked out of the training room, leaving the flour-sack baby on the floor, I felt the life in the mountain hum in anticipation. We were 49 chapters in, and the true battle was just beginning. The Shadow, the Rebel, and the Queen were no longer just survivors. They were parents. And the Council was about to learn that there is no monster more terrifying than a man who just learned how to swaddle.