Novel & Cerita Mercenary Enrollment Light Novel Read

Their weapons gleamed in the firelight as they surrounded the camp. "Well, well," scoffed one of them. "It appears that there are some intruders here." Lucan stepped forward and raised his hands in a gesture of accommodation. "We're not here to cause trouble. We’re just passing through.” The leader of the group laughed. “Passing through Vorellis? That’s a death wish.” Kaden gripped his blade more tightly. "We will fight if necessary, even though we don't want to." The mercenaries advanced, their intent clear. Lena felt her heart race as the first blade clashed with Kaden’s. Erin joined the fray, her agility and precision proving invaluable.

These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back. And I’m standing in the middle of a room that’s a shrine to the girl my brother killed. My fingers go numb around the folder I’m holding. There’s a keyboard pushed into the corner, sheet music piled on top of it and scattered on the floor around it. Some of the pages have notes written in the margins in handwriting that’s not his, loopy and young with little hearts drawn next to certain sections. Her handwriting. The air feels too thick to pull into my lungs properly.

“You think because you bought the ink, you own the story.” “I bought the system, Elara,” Jasmine shot back. Her finger stayed on the emergency switch. Cold steel under her skin. “The Council doesn’t care about bloodlines or old names. They care about the books balancing. And right now my registry is at a hundred percent. Out there, the world already thinks you and your brothers are dead.” “Then let’s check the actual page.” Elara didn’t charge. Didn’t draw a weapon. She closed her eyes and reached down into the bedrock of herself — into the raw, lawless black ink she’d pulled from the mountain’s roots long before the Council built their first press.

“I was human once but not anymore. Not after what they did. They told me it was for my country. That I could save millions of innocent lives; that would become threatened in the near distant future. That the world needed me; and I would become someone important. At the time, for me, it was a chance to belong somewhere. You see I was orphaned at a young age. I don’t really remember what happened to my birth parents at all. So that place was a chance to be loved for a change, and it was like a dream come true. I was an extremely unwanted child once I was orphaned, so it felt like heaven when they told me that. When I first got there everything was normal; everyone was nice to me. I h

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Dane studied her a long moment, old grief and bitter calculation both moving behind his weathered face, and Elena watched him arrive, slowly, at the same conclusion Ashe had reached weeks before — that whatever loyalty remained to a man who'd built his entire two-year plan on the assumption she was already dead, it wasn't worth the price her capture had just made him weigh so plainly. "Fifty-eight men when I last had accurate count," he said finally, the words dragging out of him with visible reluctance. "Three mercenary captains, hired through intermediaries in the lower city rather than direct Ravenswood recruitment. Marcus intends to move within the fortnight, once his own forces finish m

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

- I admitted with a bit of amusement, although I grew serious shortly after seeing Oliver's expression. This situation was not at all funny and I knew I had to learn to fight as well. Fortunately, I trusted Oliver to teach me whatever I needed. After returning home, I began to study the books as well, especially all mentions of werewolves, especially young, wild individuals who avoided packs in order to live completely free. ~~~~~~~~~