Mercenary Enrollment Novels & Stories

“Before the Houses demand blood, we will hear testimony. These mercenaries infiltrated our wards and spilled blood on the academy grounds. They did not act alone.” A ripple of unease passed through the crowd. I felt Caelum tense at my side, Lucien shift closer, Elias’s hand brush mine where no one could see. One of the mercenaries lifted his chin, lip split, but smile sharp. “You want truth?” he rasped. “Fine. We were hired. Paid in blood coin and dragonsteel.” His gaze swept the room before landing on three men I recognized instantly, though I had never stood so close to them. Alaric Hawthorne. Lord Gerrard Nerezza. Archmage Callum Everley.

Around the fort, several youths were training vigorously, they were in different categories and they were dressed in different colors of clothing. " The mercenary group is divided into ten categories, level one to ten and they are identified by thier color of clothes, those in level one are dressed in pink, those in the second level are dressed in orange, the ones in the lower categories are the ones in flashy colors" Eight explained quietly. Since she had acknowledged Eight as her master, the relationship between the two of them had improved a bit, he no longer glared at her with hatred and instead provided her with information, the only person she couldn't approach was Venom.

"Master, the world is now threatened by other species helped by The Freelancers as in the past and to make the federations stronger, the government made a new law to have children after six years old to be tested out for eligibility to be a soldier. They also must go to military school. Unless they have mediocre skills, then, they would be sent to normal school. “Hm… With my power, I guess military school is an appropriate place to be. Where is the closest one for me to enter?” “Searching… Hades Military Academy. The academy is one of the best academies around Glaios Base, where the 17th Division General had graduated from. Luckily, master, there will be a recruitment next month for changeli

“Your rule ended three hundred years ago, and it’s going to stay that way.” He chuckled, low and bitter. “Call it arrogance, son, but I don’t ask for permission.” Through the mindlink, I scanned for signs of treachery among my people. The mercenaries’ were a handful among my wolves. They were waiting for my father’s command, clearly itching to shed innocent blood. “Call them off!” I demanded through the mindlink. “Never,” he replied aloud, his voice carrying over the crowd. “They’re here to ensure I win. Any mistake on your end, any hesitation, and your beloved pack dies one by one.”

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

… Everything seemed to be going well during the interview. The plump principal, Vincent Lynch, was in the midst of buttering up Wendy and Zachary. "Ms. Lindell, Mr. Shea, don't you worry. Your daughter is gifted beyond her age, and we can't wait for her to join us. I can personally ensure that your enrollment goes through." Wendy looked incredibly pleased. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of being complimented. Zachary picked up his coffee and looked at me with disdain. Vincent picked up the official school stamp and was about to confirm Quincy's enrolment when his personal phone suddenly rang.

“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

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.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

Mercenaries! Jerome had told me about them in one of the training sessions. They weren't loyal to any particular pack but they served any and everybody. They were mercenaries and anyone who could, could hire them. Now I wondered who must have hired them against us and why? They poured out of the forest like ants from a broken mound. Their blades glinted and their arrows looked like it could slice through the air effortlessly. They weren’t here for me. I knew that instantly. Jerome hadn't trained me for nothing. Their focus was too sharp, too deliberate and it was on Jerome.