Mercenary Novels & Stories

After saying that, he cursed angrily again, “These b*stards really deserve to die! We have never provoked them or had any conflicts with them before, but they came to our country and hunted us down mercilessly! D*mn it! I really cannot get rid of my hatred even after killing them all!” The adjutant was also very furious as he said, “These mercenaries from Ten Thousand Armies are all a bunch of trash with no faith and morals! Whoever gives them money will be their master, and as long as they are paid more money, they would even be willing to kill their own relatives with their own hands! An evil mercenary organization such as theirs should be wiped out!” Hamed

The only commonality among these six individuals was that they each had the same emblem on the back of their respective armor. This was another team-oriented mechanic that could be found in Immortal Era. This mechanic is for persons that wanted to work together with a greater number than can be accommodated by standard parties but has fewer numbers than what is needed to form guilds. Members would have to register at a Mercenary guild, where they would then be allowed to form mercenary groups. These mercenary groups are given roughly the same amount of benefits that guilds can have, with a few res

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

"Mr. Lidell, do you want to assemble the Red Flame Mercenary Group?" "That's right!" "Mr. Lidell, I’m wondering what you're trying to do with the group? Money can indeed recruit many people, but some of the best players aren't all about the money. It's because many of them don't lack money. What they need is fame! Moreover, mercenary units built in a short time have little loyalty and unity."

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

Blake said, irritated. With his head still lowered, the bald man slowly got up and placed his hands before him like a child being scolded. “Okay, can you get the bounty removed?” Blake asked. He needed it removed, or there would be troubles. The bald man furrowed his brow in contemplation and then finally nodded. “Okay, what is the name of your mercenary organization?” Blake finally asked. “We are the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization.” The bald man proudly said. “Are you affiliated with the Mid-Eastern Alliance?” Blake asked surprisingly.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

"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."

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

"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.