Mercenary Novels & Stories

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.

In his right hand rested his greatsword, its tip scraping the stone paving with a slow, lethal rhythm. We approached the last mercenary still alive. He was a broad, filthy grey-furred brute from the Crimson Horde, a band of packless outcasts who sold their fangs to the highest bidder across the southern borderlands. He knelt in the ice, his arms bound behind him with rune-etched iron chains that smoked against his skin. His nose was broken and he spat dark clots onto the melting snow. General Varek stepped forward and gave a crisp military nod.

His cock twitched. He couldn't stop it. He saw the sandy-haired man's grin widen, saw his eyes drop to watch. “Name's Manuel. Corporal Manuel.” He jerked a thumb toward the scarred man behind him. “That's Bill; he doesn't talk much. And the sergeant — well, you already know Sergeant Scorpion, don't you?” Moon did. He'd met Sergeant Scorpion on his first day, standing at attention while those black eyes had scraped over him like a blade. The same eyes were looking at him now.

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.