Mercenary Enrollment Light Read Novels & Stories

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.

He then walks to the counter while ogling at my face. No words are said, just our breath syncing together. Eren carefully sets me on the counter, his gaze not leaving mine. His pupils are strangely dilated. I can also notice that his eyes have turned darker. It's no longer that light turquoise one, but instead a shade of deep green is prominent.

“The initiation process will test your commitment to our cause. Many do not survive. Those who do emerge… changed.” “How long does it take?” “Three days. Three days of proving that your hatred for Santos runs deeper than your love of your own flesh.” Korin looked around the table at the masked figures, seeing nothing but cold determination in their visible eyes. “When do we start?” “Now.” The two figures moved to flank him, and Korin stood on unsteady legs. Whatever waited for him in the depths of this forgotten building, it had to be preferable to facing Santos’s wrath with no allies and no resources.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

And the only reason they could run their mouths like this was because they had yet to face life-or-death situations, and there were plenty of others who could toot their own horns. She just didn't imagine that the mercenary party she was registering now would be feared across the world! Still, she dutifully worked and continued providing information. "The class of mercenary groups are thus: below ten and it's a party, up to hundred and it's a company—above that, and it's an army. When your registered members increase, you can come back to register your new class." Caleb, Oxley, Fafnir, and Bigby all nodded in understanding.

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

“These two. They are priority alpha. We don’t just recruit them. We protect them. We make them understand that this guild, even wounded, is still a family. Not just a power bloc.” Clara meets his gaze, a flicker of the old fire in her eyes. “We find them. We make the offer. And we pray we’re not too late.” Back in my apartment, the sun has moved. The patch of light on the floor is gone. The buzzing of the phone has become a persistent, nagging thing. An itch. Finally, I reach over and pick it up. The screen is deceptively simple. A few icons. A direct messaging system tied to your Player ID. No names. Just numbers.

“Sign this agreement. It extends your probation by three months and cuts your pay by forty percent.” Adeline Lancaster, the HR manager, casually filed her nails. She didn’t bother looking up as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t think this company can’t run without you just because you wrote the core architecture. “Tristan Rothwell has taken over all your code. You can pack your things and get out whenever you want.” I stared at her arrogant face and let out a cold chuckle. I had been with the company for three months and written every single line of the core codebase. Yet she had stalled my permanent position approval for over twenty days. She wanted to steal my hard work, cut my hard-earned

In a natural limestone bowl sheltered from the worst of the wind, the council's hired mercenary camp buzzed with cold, calculating efficiency. Roughly twenty mercenaries—hardened veterans of the southern border wars, clad in mismatched tactical gear and heavy leather dusters—sat around a series of low-burning campfires. They weren't high council enforcers bound by protocol or uniform; they were apex predators-for-hire, answerable only to whoever paid the highest bounty in silver and gold.

The name Chloe alongside Empire had become house hold names. “I don’t owe anybody any explanation, when the time is right I will speak to them. In the mean time I will no longer be going to school, I register for the S.A.T special program for aspiring medical personnel put up by the school. When it’s time to write the exam I will go to the school and do just that” Chloe briefed Sandra on the plan she had thought about the previous night.