Mercenary Enrollment Light Novel Read Novels & Stories

"But I want the 'Marrow'. The Genesis is going to be the 'Fuel' for my new, Unmapped Market." From the mercury-sea, thousands of "Failed Protagonists"—warriors with no faces and names that had been erased—began to rise, their eyes solid pools of liquid silver. "The 'Auction' is starting," the beast announced. "And the starting bid is the mother's soul."

She had an uncanny ability to arrive at exactly the moment she was needed, which Sera had long suspected was not uncanny at all but the result of paying very close attention and having better instincts than anyone she'd ever met. The gate code changed on the first of the month. Isla had the new one, which meant Lucian had given it to Cade, and Cade had passed it along, a chain of events that told Sera more about the orbit's opinion of Isla Mercer than anyone had said out loud. She pulled up in a car that looked like it had survived something and got out with a bag over one shoulder and the expression Sera recognized immediately: "I have been watching from a distance, and I have conclusions,

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

She comes up to them, and Winter says nothing. “I am making the tea,” says Andrea, “does anyone want some?” Joshua now goes to his room, sits on his knees, holds Winter's belly, and kisses it. Whispering, “our unborn child,” she stands up and starts kissing him. Larry, “boss, we need to start recruiting new guys. We low on men,” Larry says. “These bloody shadow hunters killed some of our best guys!” “I know a group of guys who are the best,” says Lucifer, “they are trained well. However, these guys have a reputation that's left some traces, so they will, unfortunately, bring too much attention.”

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

- Aoi asked, pointing to the frozen armies of vampires, wizards and sorceresses. If the two brothers, one from the light and other from the darkness, are already reconciled, it will be much easier to stop the battle.- Miyuki replied as surely as if she sincerely believed in this and no other turn of events. - Since you say so, I have no reason to disbelieve it.- Kai admitted, looking at her with a kind of humility, as if he were looking at his leader and the most important oracle.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

"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?"

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

Seras Nakamura—Sunrise Cheer Vice Captain, Void Swarm killer, one of the four who ended the war. Lucian—Dragon Consort, storm-survivor, the one who burned half a swarm hive single-handed. They’re in her school textbooks—recent history unit, “The Swarm War: Heroes of the New Accord.” Photos of them mid-battle, grainy news clips, the four of them (Celeste, Remy, Seras, Lucian) on the cover of every post-war history book. And now they’re here—real, breathing, smiling at her. Mia stammers—voice barely above a whisper.