Mercenary Novels & Stories

Which send shivers down my spine. "Y-yong master she wants to become a doct...." " ITS NONE OF YOUR YOUR BUSINESS WHAT SHE WANTS TO BECOME IT'S MINE ,SHE ONLY LIVED WITH YOU BECAUSE I AM NOT LIVED IN HEADQUARTER ,IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN SHOUT TO HER ,IT'S ONLY MY RIGHTS TO SHOUT TO HER, TO MAKE HER SCARED ,NOT YOURS AM I CLEAR EARTH" Ray shout and I start crying I never like when he gets angry because it only lead to us towards rough sex.

“Arjun beta, go inside and tell your papa to come out. This lady is waiting for a long time for him.” This sentence was enough to pull the surface away from Minerva’s feet. What she did just say. His father, who is the father of this kid. She came to meet Rana and if Rana is having a kid then what about Myra? And who is this lady too? Minerva had a lot of questions but there was nobody to answer them. “Your name?” Minerva’s chain of thoughts got broken when she heard from that lady. “I am Minerva. Minerva Moretti.” Minerva gulped down her saliva before speaking any more words. She remained silent when Rana entered the room and looked horrified seeing Minerva in front of him.

My twin brother Sebastion, Lola, who is the herbalist, and Merrick, a Mercenary, sat scattered around the table. "Can you tell me about one of your assassin missions?" He was practically pawing at me, begging to tell him something. "Listen kid, your lucky you didn't live a life like mine. Why don't you try enjoying yours while you still have it." I growled. Pouting he sat down next to Merrick. Merrick laughed at him, patting him on the back. He was an old mercenary. Normally smelt of stale alcohol and tobacco. White wispy hair that was slicked back. Five o 'clock shadow, pale blue eyes. Always wore his white button down shirt un

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right

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.”

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

Or at least he changed the name of his establishment the day I came into the world and knew the name my parents had chosen for me. That's why the men in the Family call me Didi. Andrea is a masculine name in Italy, but my mother liked the irony when she knew it was a name given to girls in France. My grandfather, Dino, was the Don in charge before Vincenzo. When our father announced that he was refusing to take over the Don's position, Grandpa asked my brothers who would be interested in taking over the Bonani Family. Vincenzo was the heir apparent. Salvatore and Terzo have always preferred the field and couldn't imagine being locked in an office for long hours. And, as we all know, Vincenzo

Now, after forcing him to take her into the dark heart of Vancouver's lower East Side and telling a gut-wrenching story of pain and loss, she was acting like life couldn't be better. In the space of an hour she'd turned his entire world and everything he assumed upside down. Him. A man that used to kill for money, a fact she would never learn, despite being so generous with her own life story. After leaving the military he became a hired gun in the middle East, telling himself he was working on the side of good. Until the body count became too high to stomach, even for him. He'd started his security company with the nearly two decades of mercenary money and sk