Mercenary Novels & Stories

Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence." Darryl nodded silently, his eyes fixed on Harris. ‘He’s a Level Five Martial Emperor. He’s quite powerful,’ he thought. Harris looked around and said, "Everyone! You know the purpose of this tournament. Yellow Sky Trading has monopolized the trade of all inner cores and treasures in every black market and trading market. The inner cores and treasures that we ri

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

"It would be nice if you showed some of that aggression towards the humans. They are the ones that need it. You don't need to be like this against your own people." "And I don't care about starting wars that we won't win, so I suggest, you stop trying to destroy everything we've ever known." And with that, I leave the office. There's no winning an argument with Michael. He was just the same when we were younger. He's always been an asshole. Always questioning my authority. If he wanted to die, then he was going to have to do it on his own. I knew better than that. I wasn't going to join him on his downfall.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

It was Luke. ​But as he stepped up to the podium, I realized with a jolt of horror that the "angel" I had cupped the face of in my bedroom was gone. This man’s face was a mask of stone. ​"The shares will remain locked," he spoke into the microphone. His voice was deep and sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. "Cromwell Legacy does not negotiate with minor shareholders who lack vision. If you aren't with us, you are in our way."