Mercenary Novels & Stories

All her focus shifted to the man who watched her so intently, helpless on the floor. “It’s going to be okay,” she crooned to him. The test subjects were dangerous. She’d been warned a hundred times that sometimes the chains that restrained them broke. Mercile Industries had illegally altered human beings with animal genetics somehow, made them stronger than normal humans, and even their appearances had been changed. Testing facility assistants and some doctors had been killed by the people they’d helped create. She’d silently cheered at hearing that news but then, she hated everyone who worked inside the secret facility, performing illegal experiments. Mercile Industries was a drug research

He observes a signed conversation taking place, reminding himself of the danger of eavesdropping in such a place. After a few moments, the merchant clicks for attention, indicating that he's available. Trent looks up as the other customer leaves, finally getting the chance to discuss the restricted item he came for. Carefully setting the crystal dagger on the counter, he asks, "Do you have it ready?" The merchant, an older, lean, and muscular ex-military merman, reaches down and retrieves a large metal node, placing it next to the crystal dagger. Trent waits as the merchant proceeds to go over the item's functions and disclaimers.

Marcus noted, his demeanor shifting instantly from victim to soldier. "Mercenaries," Jack said, examining the print. "And they aren't hiding."

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

It was the stance of an elite combatant—primed to draw and put down a target in under a second. Declan hadn't come for a friendly neighborly visit. His eyes were cold, probing, and deeply calculating. "Miss Pierce," Declan's deep, level voice cut through the intercom grille with crystal clarity. "I know you're standing behind that steel plate with a shotgun leveled at my chest." Astrid didn't lower her weapon. Her eyes stayed locked on him, registering every micro-tell in his posture. In her previous life, Astrid had heard Declan Mercer's name whispered among elite mercenary circles. A former special operations commander who had cut ties with the military to l

“Listen to me, okay? What happened back then, whatever you remember or think you remember, none of it was your fault. You were a little kid. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “But Miles—” “Miles made a mistake,” I say carefully. “A really big mistake. But that was his mistake, not yours. Not mine. Not Mara’s. His.” Jonah looks down at his drawing again, his finger still tracing those dark lines. “Do you think about it a lot?” I ask gently. Another shrug.

(Green mohawk hair Mercenary) The mercenaries were mocking all the vendor that were armed with mostly cleaver and hooks. “..you degenerate bastard!…Aeternum is generous enough to let you in and let you enjoy the peace and wealth…yet you repaid the kindness with contempt and devious act!!…We the lowly one?!….No!!..We are AETERNUMS!!!!..WE ARE FREE MAN!!!…and no one will ever look us like we were nothing ever again!!…No one…that’s means not even you guys!!…AARRGHHH!..”. (Old Mento)

I nod my head to signify that indeed I was exactly who his mind was telling him I was. "C.E.O Amadi group of companies?" He asks. Fool! Who else? "Yes that's why I said we shouldn't start off as enemies. We might need each other someday." "That is so true." He nods in agreement and stretch out his hands. "Sorry about my behaviour earlier; Mr Gregory Malik." I recognize the name too. It was one of the powerful names in African business. It felt good to have a worthy competition.

' Hadrian raised an eyebrow at that, that may be why the Swiss mercenaries agreed to work for Alexia in the first place. 'I take it your client told you that?’ 'Maybe, maybe not? I tend to be quiet about my clientele.' The mercenary answered and looked around to see his forces retreating and losing. He smirked again, he thought that Hadrian had played him. It was a cruel way to lose a battle, his enemy knew they were powerful enough and drove them to a corner at the last minute. Still, he kept his code of honor and never will tell Hadrian who his client is. 'The names of my clients will have to go with me to the grave, "Your Majesty".'