Mercenary Organization Novels & Stories

"This is what I want to talk to you about, I need advice. My Mercenaries that I just picked up. They can't even master the language in which they will be assigned, how they can become reliable mercenaries." "Do he has a mercenary group or something?" I asked Beyza who was next to me, she was playing with her cellphone. "That guy, Abellard. He has the largest mercenary organization in the European region. Basically, he's the King of mercenary. Ozgur started to expand to Europe in collaboration with him," Beyza said, explaining. The dark world of politics, do I have to learn about it now?

In a natural limestone bowl sheltered from the worst of the wind, the council's hired mercenary camp buzzed with cold, calculating efficiency. Roughly twenty mercenaries—hardened veterans of the southern border wars, clad in mismatched tactical gear and heavy leather dusters—sat around a series of low-burning campfires. They weren't high council enforcers bound by protocol or uniform; they were apex predators-for-hire, answerable only to whoever paid the highest bounty in silver and gold.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

I began to ponder on what the difference between Zaliver and Mother Luna was. “They made me what I am today, you know? I was their killing machine; a warning to any supernatural psychopath that didn’t take them seriously. They didn’t want to get their hands dirty at that time. I was their prized warrior. In a way, I am thankful to them. I mean, look at me. I’m at the top of the food chain. I have all the control an alpha could wish for—immortality, an army, and power beyond anyone’s knowledge,” he said.

" 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 ."

All kinds of people got out of the cars. These people had both eastern and western features. They were made up of men, women, old and young. Some pulled over a whole truckload of thermal weapons; some carried cold weapons with them. Some came in groups, while others came solo. “Rattlesnake Mercenary Group, the mercenary group that ranks third in the dark world. It is said that there were several members with Parapsychological Ability in their group. “Violet Succubus Organization also ranks third on the dark world assassin list as one of the top three assassin organizations. All of their members are women. Each is extremely ruthless.

I’ll get to her in a bit. In a tortoise shell, I work for a secret organization known as T.H.E.M.—the Trusted Hierarchy of Everyday Murderers. T.H.E.M. is clandestinely contracted by private individuals, corporations, or sometimes even the government to complete the dirty work of furtively killing off individuals or groups of people.

His sobbing picked up again. Jerard, as it turned out, was the name of their leader. They were a mercenary group of kicked out cops and military. Nothing like a good old fashioned group of dishonorably discharged assholes to do the shitty things that the law wouldn’t do. They weren’t a big group. They didn’t do multiple teams. It was just them as a group, doing hired kills for the highest bidder. However they wanted.

whispered Naswa as she pulled my hand towards the exit. "No! Let's mess this all up, kid." "It's no use, Mom, that woman is legally Papa's wife, let us think about how to repay them, Mom don't be sad, I still have me, I promise to repay them, we have weapons to fight, if they pretend to be good in front of them. us, we pretended back too."