Mercenary Enrollment Light Read Novels & Stories

"A token will be sent to your accommodation. When you have time, go to Elbas city and formally join the guild. I advise to increase your strength first though, you won't benefit much from it if you can only hunt rank 3 beasts." "Can I join whenever I want?" Lucinda asked in surprise. "Of course. Your main focus has to be on your studies. You can even wait till the end of your enrollment here before moving to the Royal city." Lady Chen took the sheet and stored it with her. "Give me your token, I think that three thousand merit points are plenty enough as a reward for your services inside the inheritance ground." Lucinda didn't hesitate and happily handed her token to her. When she took it ba

I stopped next to him and nudged him with my elbow. “What’s this?” I asked. Eric looked a bit startled to see me standing there—sometimes I had a habit of slipping through crowds unseen and sneaking up on people with my short stature—but then shrugged. “Internal selection for warrior camp,” he said. “They’re choosing a group of warriors to participate in the Southern Werewolf Warrior Championship.” “Are they picking any combat managers?” I asked. Eric smirked at me. “Why, you interested?” “Of course I am.” He finally nodded his head toward the bulletin board. “Take a look for yourself.”

“I don’t think the council will stay quiet for long.” “They won’t. But they won’t stand a chance if we stay united.” A knock came at the door. Riven entered with urgency. “There’s been a breach,” he said. “Northern border. A mercenary force wearing no colors—attacked one of the neutral envoy camps. Survivors say they were looking for you.” Aria’s blood chilled. “Who were they?” Riven hesitated. “Some wore Nightfang markings, but… altered. Like they were blended with something else. Symbols not seen since the ancient war.”

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

“Arjun beta, go inside and tell your papa to come out. This lady is waiting for a long time for him.” This sentence was enough to pull the surface away from Minerva’s feet. What she did just say. His father, who is the father of this kid. She came to meet Rana and if Rana is having a kid then what about Myra? And who is this lady too? Minerva had a lot of questions but there was nobody to answer them. “Your name?” Minerva’s chain of thoughts got broken when she heard from that lady. “I am Minerva. Minerva Moretti.” Minerva gulped down her saliva before speaking any more words. She remained silent when Rana entered the room and looked horrified seeing Minerva in front of him.

"Fighting tiger?? That's lame dude. The Merc sounds dope to me. The whole Organization calls you the Merc." "Fine! Fine! The Merc it is then." Abel shrugged. The elevator stopped moving, the door opened, both Abel and Jenny stepping out. "Woww!" Abel exclaimed, impressed by the structure of the base. The infrastructure was near futuristic. Drones flying around, large screens displaying several footages gathered from the very own satellite of Horizon Zero. At both sides, were 6th generation computers, with trained personnels operating it. After were high tech weapons placed and cleaned on a large table near the edge.

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.

I typed a query into the stolen Citadel frequency. Troop Deployment Manifest: Sector 99. The screen flooded with red text. The light leached the color from my hands, turning my skin a sickly, artificial crimson. ACCESS GRANTED. DEPLOYMENT CONFIRMED. UNIT: PURGE CORPS (BATTALIONS 1-10). ASSETS: HEAVY WALKER DIVISION. AERIAL SUPPORT. OBJECTIVE: TOTAL ERADICATION. "Wolfy?" Neoma stood in the doorway. My skin prickled—not an itch, but a sharp, electric sting. The air around her was ionized. The chemical scent of it made my lungs tighten.

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.

“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.”