Mercenary Enrollment Light Read Novels & Stories

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“Now, let's get the rest of you saddled up for the journey ahead.” * * * * A lot of people believed our hideout was in the forest or in a secluded place far from town, what they didn't know was that the KWE building was actually around the same lane as the Governor's mansion, right at the centre of the city. “This is unbelievable,” I said as I went through the statistics of the ongoing recruitment in the last twenty-four hours. A lot of people have applied to be accepted into the KWE mercenary guild. I sent out Starlet, Kim and Vector to create branches and oversee them. We are already getting applications from over six hundred ex-military men and women, which is good because I didn't have t

Anna teases me and I laugh. "You know it's not like that. I'm just confused. On one hand there's Tyler who keeps giving me mixed signals. I don't even know where I stand with him at this point and then there's Jace who's asking me to be his girlfriend" I groan. "I think you should just be patient with Tyler,who knows he might feel the same way for you" Anna tells me while Tiffany advises me to move on and stop wasting my time hoping on Tyler. "You know one thing about Players? They never ever change no matter how hard you try. There's this saying. What is it again?" She puts her finger on her jaw as if thinking about something,"Yeah,once a player,always a player" she finishes.

To end this right here, right now. Elias twitched suddenly beside him. Mercer didn’t even glance his way. Which somehow made it worse. “You conditioned children,” I said with disgust. Mercer looked at me again. And smiled slightly. “Not children.” He corrected smoothly. “Future soldiers.” Every wolf behind us tensed instantly. Even the guards looked sick now. Good. They should. Lucien still knelt on the floor breathing unevenly like he was trying not to collapse completely. “You told us it was temporary,” he rasped.

"Mommy… those uncles are scared of me. I can smell the shaky-smell on the relay. If they don't want me, I can make them want me. I can make the quiet uncles go away." "No, Leo. Not yet." A notification chimed on the tactical display—a secondary breach. A remote Mercy pack in the Eastern hills was being overrun. The feed was grainy, but I could see the silver-gray mist coiling through their dens, turning warriors into clicking, mechanical puppets. "They're too far for Silas's vanguard to reach," Ryan murmured, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the terminal. Leo stood up, stepping out of my arms. He moved with a predatory grace that didn't belong to a child. He looked at the screen, his amb

Campfires give the gathered mercenaries and conscripts rigorously schooled in readiness for what was to come to a vivid, hellish glow. These were my wild cards hardened fighters and killers bound by no specific loyalty or code but the coin I had obtained. A necessary evil to be used when even the possibility of violence against our people becomes a reality too indisputable to ignore. Before Kavrin's austere voice reached my ears, I sensed more than what the heavy step of boots crushing through the dried earth suggested. "The last units you asked for have arrived and are waiting for deployment orders, sir."

“Well, it seems that many people can’t wait to begin. The tournament will begin soon. Before we start, let me explain the rules first. To be fair, each mercenary team can send only two people to participate in the tournament and the participants must not exceed 40 years old." Then, he raised his hand. "Well, the tournament has started! Whoever wants to be the first to take on the challenge, please come up." "I'll go first!" a voice shouted, then a figure appeared on the stage. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a formidable aura. The man saluted with his hands held together. "I’m Laird Jenmic from the Red Leaf Mercenary Team. Which one of you will come up for a match?" After a short silence

"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?"

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.

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”