Mercenary King Novels & Stories

“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.”

He was truly Oceanna’s Mermate, if he ever doubted it before, he no longer had those doubts. King Manor saw his warriors being killed by the wolf and merman. They have their full powers now, which means he needed to get to the emergency shuttle and get back to the main ship before they kill all his men. King Manor knew that he would have to take his son out before all his warriors died.

He looks in his mid-thirties, like Riggs. "My name is Ah Puch or Yum Cimil. Originally, anyway. Nowadays, I go by Jericho or Jericó." His eyes narrow on me. "What do you want?" "Your mother tried to shield you from her life as an assassin, and yet you became a Death Kings mercenary. You had so much potential, but this is the path you chose. I can respect that you chose this path for love and preservation." "You don't know anything about me," I snarl. "Now…What. Do. You. Want," I grind out. There is no way he should know so much about me. It's not public knowledge that the Death Kings are mercenaries.

To my surprise though, some women are as well coifed and made up as I was on the day of my mate ceremony. They’re ambitious. Hoping to become the lycan king’s Luna. I have heard rumors. Years ago, King Alexander of the lycans conquered the werewolves in a long-forgotten war and became king of these lands. The position of his Luna though has always remained vacant. It’s said that the king lost control of his wolf because he hasn’t found his true Luna. As his wolf became gradually uncontrollable, King Alexander turned into a cruel tyrant. Now no one can defeat the out-of-control lycan king.

"If the king wants her by his side, then fine, but she will never be our queen." Lord Merek's jaw ticked. "We are not allowed to make that decision. This is the king's mate-one he has been searching for centuries. One that healed his illness." "Then the king can keep her as his mistress. She'll be dethroned, and the king shall take another bride and crown her while the one who bears the blood can remain in the shadows, satisfying him," Valoreth shrugged. "Great kings and elites do have many mistresses, despite having a mate. But ever since she came into the picture, she has been the only one taking him."

With all the looming danger and ever growing threats to my kingdom, the bigger and stronger my men, the better. Kene, my war strategist and head trainer, a tall muscular man with deep brown eyes, and his black dreaded hair packed in a bun, waved before heading towards me. He was highly feared, even by my men. Kene was the result of an affair between a Lycan and a witch, a relationship that was an abomination in the twelve kingdoms. But he was my friend and against all advice, I made him head trainer and war strategist. A decision that Kene has proven to everyone to be the right one.

“The pull of your true heritage.” Kane’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The King smirked. “You will.” I stepped forward, cutting through the thick air between us. “Enough games. Who are you?” The King’s expression didn’t waver. “I am Kieran, first of the Forsaken, last true King of the Werewolves.” Jane stiffened beside me. “That’s not possible.” Kieran’s golden gaze flicked to her. “Not according to your history books, no. But your ancestors were liars.”

Again. Eros looked deeply unimpressed. “Persistent little pests.” “One day I’d love to go somewhere people aren’t trying to kill me.” “You attract trouble.” “That feels unfair.” “It’s accurate.” The mercenaries spread slowly around the clearing, weapons drawn. One of them laughed beneath his hood. “Interesting. The king protects her himself now.” Eros barely looked at him. “You should leave while you still can.” The mercenary smiled wider. “You sound worried.” “I sound irritated.”

"Finish that sentence." Lucian smiled innocently. "...is His Majesty..." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Alpha King Aurelian Draven Blackthorn. The Golden Ruler. The Dark Warrior. Descendant of the ancient Blackthorn bloodline. King of the Obsidian Dominion. Supreme Alpha of the Shadowfang Royal Pack. The man who terrifies kingdoms simply by existing. The man every noble family wishes would marry their daughters. And unfortunately..." Lucian sighed dramatically. "...my best friend." Silence settled over the room once more.

Oxley dusted his hands while snorting in disdain. "Don't show up and embarrass yourself if you're beneath the king class." "Woah!!!" Naturally, many of the mercenaries were offended since many among them were prince class, platinum class, or lower. "Don't get so full of yourself, brat!" A mercenary with a prince-class tag strode up. Before he could argue further, his eyes widened as Bigby leaped forward at him, hollering, "Fuck off!"