Mercenary Enrollment Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Inject all the liquid plasma into the Zero-Point engines!" Sebastian stood up, grabbing his black tactical coat and throwing it over his broad shoulders. "Bring the ship to Condition-One combat readiness. And tell the mercenaries on the lower decks that their first paycheck is due." Sebastian stared out the viewport into the endless, pitch-black void, a dark, bloodthirsty smirk forming on his scarred face. "We are going to the home of the gods to snatch meat right out of the Reaper's hands." (End of Chapter 162)

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

Beautiful and sad. Suddenly a guard walked towards me and grabbed the end of my chain, yanking me forward. I stumbled and fell flat on my face, then slowly lifted myself up with my bound hands and knelt before the table of the alpha. "Who is this?" I heard someone say from the group of old men. I turned and saw an elderly man, who was looking at the alpha with questions in his eyes. "She's one of the slaves that was captured from the last battle with the vampires." The alpha answered coldly. He wasn't looking at me.

Kent entered the gate with his repaired gun-blade in hand, he entered the gate and never looked back as the gates closed behind him. The guardian looked at the marines as his voice was shaken, warning them to leave the pit as fast as they could before He awakened. Before they could ask the guardian anything, explosions echoed from the distance as the marines overheard through their intercom as thousands of human mercenaries were pouring in from the north and southern ports with the Zerrohnian nobility leading them. Before they could reach the surface they were greeted by a dozen mercenaries as one of them was holding a strange black spear. The two marines tried to take cover as the guardian

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

“So let me get this straight. You ripped me from my apartment while I was, busy, because I’m now your summoned hero, and I have to fight for this empire, which I’ve never heard of, or seen, or even asked to join?” “Yes,” Aaron said. “You belong to us now.” Victor’s breath caught at that phrasing. The way the Duke said it... You belong to us. Melikor leaned forward on the throne. “We are at war, Victor of Earth. My people are dying. My borders shrink with each passing season. What we need is not your consent, but your loyalty.” Victor’s jaw worked silently. For a beat, his mind blanked. And then… “Do I at least get armor?”

But as I entered, she straightened, her sharp eyes flicking toward me. “We need to talk,” she murmured, voice low, as the others filed out. Within moments, the chamber emptied, save for Marrow, Renly at the door, and me. Marrow motioned me closer. She slid a small leather ledger across the table. The cover was plain and worn, with a faint sigil burned into the corner — the crescent fang of the Nightfang mercenaries. “What is this?” I asked softly. Marrow’s mouth tightened. “A ledger. Payments. Coded drops to mercenary bands we thought disbanded years ago.”

I dropped it back on the tray, shaking my head from the disgust. As a mercenary, we had been trained to drink almost all kinds of drinks, sweet, bitter, strong, when it was necessary. I couldn't even get drunk no matter how much I drank, it was like a superpower of some sort. I sighed, there was barely anything sweet in this place. They were all so bitter and alcoholic that it hurt. Well, what was I expecting? I came to a place filled with drug lord, mafia lords and illegal business people. And worse, they all smelled of sweat.

The rune pulsed once— and then dissolved into black dust. I stumbled back, stomach sinking. “What does that mean?” I whispered. Silas rose slowly, eyes burning with cold fury. “It means the enemy wasn’t just sending a message.” A beat. “They were marking territory.” Riven snarled. “And they think she belongs to them.” Kyren stepped in front of me, wings flaring wide. “Over my dead body.” Ashen’s shadows rose in a storm. “Over ours.” Silas met my eyes. “The Chapter ends with truth, Elara.”

Some of their classmates were talking noisily at the different tables around them. After their break time. Yman and the others had to get a mission from the barracks. They needed to complete a mission at least once per week to increase their grades and points. Every mission has a level of difficulty. Any of the trainees should complete the mission via solo. Or they could recruit mercenary to protect them and help in their mission. Although, recruiting the mercenary comes with a price. Anyone could apply as mercenary but they needed to accomplish some special trials. Yman, Bob, and Chloe went into the barracks together to take their first mission.