Mercenary Synonym Novels & Stories

I did it once during my time in Iraq. I have served for 12 years. My experience and connections gave me an upper hand to secure private combat contracts. People come to us when they need men with high combat skills. Mercenaries, as many call them, are professional soldiers for hire. They serve for the sole purpose of earning money. I like dealing with mercenaries. It gives me a sense of belonging. “I miss my time in the military,” I admit to Jonas ruefully while checking the files. He raises his brow at my sudden admission. “So you could shoot the fucker?”

"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."

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

“Further proof that he’s an idiot who got lucky.” I rise, pacing to the window. The courtyard below seethes with the movement of mercenaries arriving. Men who kill without compunction. Men whose malice I’m buying with gold and silver. They wear no colors, no banners, only steel. Ragged veterans with scars for faces. Cutthroats who follow coin instead of conscience. The sort of men Ronan Vale despises, which makes them all the sweeter to use.

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.

' Caedance asked in my head. I was too on edge to even reply. I carefully smelled the air around me in an attempt to identify their scents. 'They're not human. Definitely wolf. But wilder.' I say to Caedance. 'Shit!' Caedance yelled in my head. 'What? What's wrong?' 'They're mercenaries.' 'What does that mean?' 'Mercenaries are rogues for hire. They have no morals and are basically like the werewolf equivalent of bounty hunters or hitman. All jobs have a price. They don't ask questions and only demand that they're paid for their work.'

But when the time came for real brutality, they would all be reduced to clinging whelps running from an apex predator when they discovered my bestial rage. No, their pathetic bluster would not do much to counter the power I had unleashed. "Mercenaries," I spit out, looking at Sienna, like a curse through gnashed fangs. The best freelance warmongers and sellswords from throughout the realms. They were raised only to inflict uncontrolled destruction upon anyone who arouses their wrath, so expect no mercy from them."

As if their educated opinions ever counted for anything. During the debate the Provost mentioned how medieval lords hired mercenary troops (landsknect) who employed "double pay" men (doppelsoldner). That hit a nerve, "You know, somebody called me doppelsoldner this summer." She got the reference and laughter a bit too hard, almost choking on her brie.

I asked curiously. "The same Mike you know." "Ummm, you know is my mercenary right?" I asked curiously. "As in he kills people, fight and protects me for money." I clarified just in case she doesn't understand what I meant by mercenary. "I know Nicole, I was there when you hired him and I know the things he has done for you but that doesn't change the fact that he is a nice guy, he is loyal, caring and handsome. Like you said, he loves me and he is very caring, I love him." She explained and I can't complain.

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.