Mercenary King Novels & Stories

King Nerro is the best spearman in all of Ren'veil as he stands at 5 feet and 7 inches tall, with a full muscular build, pale skin, covered in scars. He wore leather pants, dark manna steel plating, and the cape of the shadow drake though his equipment is enchanted by the enslaved mages he was no short of terrifying a perfect opponent for the Fell Fang Berserker captain. The King stood up as he welcomed them with a fiendish smile asking why would he and his warriors invade his home when they offered nothing but peace. Kent Grunted aiming his sword at him. “The peace you offered long ago was enslavement and domination, not the true peace your father promised. I guess you are but a lesser of a

Through the noise of voices, his hearing picked out someone's words: “King Bortan is very bad, he won’t last long. Miros needs a new king, and Revid has every chance to put a crown on his head. Of course, if the cursed prince doesn’t come back… Haha, but what kind of heir is he, he was stripped of his title. Yarsi's heart sank - what is true is true, he was not going to return. He looked at the speakers. Four men stood at the bar, in light robes, without cloaks, armed with swords and long daggers. Mercenaries in the service of the king usually dressed like this. hmm .

"You don't look happy, are you?” "I am happy," I was fast to deny. Of course, Merit knew me. I also know her and knew she has always wanted that position as my Lycan queen. I knew it must have pained her dearly when she was informed about the change of plans and not having the power to do anything about it. She was my friend and trained with me in the same regiment before I was pronounced King by my late father. I liked her. But merely because I admired her good training skills and how strict she is when it comes to duty.

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.

"Your talent, personality, and capabilities are on par with the young elites in the family. But you were just restricted by your experiences and surroundings. "I just want you to know that after you escape those constraints, some difficult matters will become extremely simple." With that, he pointed at Aldus. "Be like Aldus. When he was the king of mercenaries, he wouldn't reason with mere mercenaries, nor would he care about benefits or losses." "They're not worthy." Aldus had a calm look on his face, but there was defiance in his gaze. That was the defiance that belonged only to him, the king of mercenaries. He was like the king of beasts on the savannah.

Alessandro put me in rehab, and the plan was for me to take back the control over my family’s territory once I was ready and Giacomo retired. And Alessandro’s plan worked. I got clean and then I did everything I could to convince Alessandro and my men that I was fit to be the boss. Now my family’s territory is mine. Alessandro still holds his family’s territory that’s right next to mine, and his brother has the Balakins’.

We could hear the disgusting laugh of his men from behind the trees. “Cowards,” one of Commander Finnan's men murmured. “Who are you?” Commander Finnan took over deliberation. “I'm General Abba, servant of the rightful King of Mercia. King Sven. And I'll speak only to the Luna of Stormbringer,” he said, and I scoffed. Is he serious, Sven? The first letter of his name is the same as the King he is trying to overthrow. He acted just like an imposter would.

You bastard, she thought frantically, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. Every nerve ending in her body ignited under his touch. The lingering, feverish echo of her heat flared low in her belly, threatening to unravel her hard-won composure. She writhed internally, her fingernails digging into his knee under the table as she fought down a whimpering gasp, desperately forcing her mind back to the mercenary conversation. "The intel said the King travels light," the mercenary captain grunted, taking a massive gulp of mead. "Just him and that Southern dog knight he keeps on a short leash."

stone floor where it clattered loudly against the tiles, and he declared that his pack leader formally contested Kaelor's ruling over the disputed hunting grounds, and the silence in the hall grew even heavier as everyone waited to see how the king would respond to the sudden threat, and I stepped closer to James and whispered that this guy had a death wish coming in here and ruining our party, and James nodded and told me to keep my daggers ready because this wasn't going to end with a polite conversation, and Kaelor looked down at the metal token on the floor and let out a dangerous growl that vibrated through the entire room, and he asked the emissary if his pack leader really thought a

He was leaving us with absolutely nothing. When the table was clear, he reached down and picked up Kaelen's massive broadsword. He lifted the incredibly heavy steel with one hand and rested the flat side of the blade casually against his shoulder. He treated the legendary weapon like a simple trophy. He walked to the heavy wooden door and stopped. He stood in the doorway, blocking the only exit. He looked back at us. A dark, nasty smile spread across his scarred face. He found our absolute terror amusing. "You lords worry too much," the mercenary sneered. "Let the Lycan King come South. We don't fear wolves in our territory. We hunt them. We have plenty of empty cages left in the fighting pi