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It’s a huge operation, and I’m incredibly grateful for the recall Kylar sent out to the Midnight Mercenaries spread throughout the world. There’s an entire army of Midnight Forest Wolves, and the hum of their voices in my head would have been deafening if they all arrived at once. I was lucky that they trickled in, day by day. I’ve managed to meet about fifty active Wolves that are part of the Mercenary Pack, as they come in for check up’s at the medical centre.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

I say. These mates of mine have saved me, have given me a life that I didn’t even know I wanted, and now they’ve given me a family. Our family. I pull Aeron’s arms a little tighter and slowly drift off with a smile on my face. THE END ******** This is the end of the first book in this series. The second book is called the Lycan Inheritance, and the first few chapters are up now. This book follows Adriel, all grown up and now the Lycan King. Rosalie, Aeron, and Cain are still in this book so you’ll see more about how their relationship has grown and developed.

Noah ignored the weird gazes that were directed at him as he walked into the Mercenary Association building. The man at the receptionist's desk glanced at Noah's short figure with narrowed eyes before letting out a sly smile. "Registration?" "Hmm." Noah's voice, due to his disguise, came out thick and hoarse befitting a middle aged dwarf. The man's smile widened as he nodded. "A mercenary's registration is fairly simple. You must be above the 5th Level of the Novice Stage, you must boast of a decent level of battle experience which will be proven by battling a registered Mercenary. And for the last..." A greedy light flashed in the man's eyes as he proceeded to explain the last requirement.

Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?” Marcus raised his head and shrugged, rubbing his finger on Jesse’s nipples. “High school. Band camp. Clarinet guy.” “Oh my God. That's so cliché.” Jesse mocked, and Marcus didn’t answer. His mouth was too busy moving lower. Jesse lifted his hips in anticipation, fumbling his own pants open with one hand while gripping Marcus’s hair with the other. Marcus then reached into Jesse’s pants and pulled his cock free. “Fuck,” Marcus muttered, eyeing it's size, Jesse was thick, curved and already leaking precum. “You're bigger than I expected.”

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

"Which is it? How can you be a summoner and a Stanwood?" I thought carefully. He could use everything he's learned, anything I told him, against me, against other Necromancers. But- something had to change. He had everything wrong. Could it be the war our families have been fighting for so long has all been because of a misunderstanding? "I was adopted by the Stanwoods. They found me as a baby, they didn't even tell me about being adopted until - I volunteered to take the Test." "The test?" he asked. "When a child with Talent is ready to be recognized as a full Necromancer, they can take the Test. It's a big right of passage for us."

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Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.