Mercenary Synonym Novels & Stories

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

"With my partner." "Understood. But if you ever need contracts, send word. I know other Alphas who could use your services." We left that morning, gold in hand, reputation building. On the journey home, Marcus was quiet. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "That you're building something. Maybe without realizing it." He looked at me. "A mercenary group. Fighters for hire. Loyal to each other, not to any pack." "Is that what this is?" "Could be. If you wanted it to be." He paused. "There are others like me, you know. Good fighters who've been cast out for stupid reasons. Who'd jump at the chance to belong somewhere again."

He only became a mercenary when a chieftain needed his help, and the people of this clan called him the Mercenary of the West because he came from the vast Anglo-Saxon land. In all his years of being a mercenary, he witnessed many things about wars, the intricate mindsets of the people he worked with, tactical strategies, and rivalry. For him, it could have been understandable if its between clans or kingdoms. But what he sees in the present time is a rivalry between the most unlikely pair, siblings. One who has a sure route to the kingly future. While the other has a secured and treasured life. One could be pretentiously naive, and the other is saliently envious. Their estrangement from eac

But more than that, I wanted her where no one else could stand this close to her, especially with danger still moving in the dark. The wards were holding, but the air outside them was wrong. Every hair on the back of my neck stood up as I scanned the dark edges of the courtyard wall, the scent drifting in from beyond the barrier sharpening into something I knew far too well. Silver-blooded. Not the diluted kind that ran through some of the older bloodlines here at the university. This was the mercenary strain. It had a metallic bite under the normal wolf scent, a tang that caught in the back of the throat. I had smelled it once before, years ago, when my father had brought in outside hunters

"Outsiders. As in–" "Mercenary packs." He says grimly. "The ones that sell their loyalty to the highest bidder." Bingo! One mystery solved. Everything was beginning to make a bit more sense now. The thought still makes my blood run chill. Rogues we could deal with. But mercenaries? That's organized warfare. "Who would want to go this far just to get me?" I mutter. Lucien shoots me a side eye. "You're a pretty big deal. Lots of enemies, not enough fans."

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

Floorhole - A hole in the floor leading down to the lower level or floor, replacing the need for stairs. 7. Merchild - A gender-neutral term used to refer to a young merfolk, regardless of their gender identity. Merchild encompasses merfolk individuals who have not yet reached adulthood and is a general term for young members of the merfolk community. 8. Merfilk - A derogatory term for Merturned, meaning "filth in merskins." (See also: merturned) 9. Merfolk - The people born of the sea. 10. Mermade - Made by merfolk.

It's very poetically put. Jourton: Yeah! I came up with the name and everything, in Majekade the native Majekador language it translates to Trinity however in English apparently it translates to Triple Threat which I like way more! Cammy&Siggy: Agreed! Kimora: So.... this might be a bad time to ask but you mentioned Hevenly.....spill...right now! (She says with a stern look but overall friendly)

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.

Just then, Colin heard the three mercenaries muttering something in a low voice. They were speaking English with an extremely heavy accent, Colin could only make out some simple dialogue. Mercenary A: "The woman who just followed me, I think I've seen her before. Last time it was the woman who was with this S from the ANN organization. Mercenary b asked worriedly, "The man who came with her wouldn't be S, right?" Mercenary C had a positive tone, "The body shape is a bit similar, but the face doesn't quite look like him, so it shouldn't be him.