Mercenary Synonym Novels & Stories

He thinks he’s just another game, another conquest, another name on a long list of men I’ve used and discarded. He’s not. He’s entirely different. Everyone else? They came willingly. Most of them made the first move, throwing themselves at me like I was something worth chasing. It was never difficult, never a challenge. They saw me, knew my name, knew my family, and they wanted in. They didn’t give a fuck about me. They wanted the lifestyle, the power, the reputation that came with being the guy who fucked the Don’s son. Mercer isn’t like them.

Each card had a simple profile of Matthew and the chimaeras, a fake one that was. “The M.A is not so different from the H.A. They both hire trained people to deal with quests and jobs. The jobs in M.A are usually more dangerous and paid higher but unlike the H.A, they don’t have insurance. Mercenaries are pretty loose as well and mercenaries don’t really have a good reputation. Still, most of the top dogs like nobles or people with high status hire them to do their dirty work” Rain explained as they slowly proceeded at a slow pace. “They do dirty work, but they’re still legal?” Matthew questioned the logic in that. Why would a company with a bad reputation and did bad things still be allowed

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.

Their attacks that were barbaric reminded him of the only person who would hire mercenary which is Benjamin, his uncle. Mercenary was rarely hired for killings, knowing how they tend to bite the hand they feed on, including the hand of the people who hired them. It only made Benjamin the best person to hire the mercenary as most of them feared fighting. It was clear who hired them but the question was why now. It made it more annoying that the mercenaries have a brain inside their heads by burning the forest.

“No.” “So? What job were you talking about?” There was a few seconds of nothingness. “I’m a mercenary now.” I blinked. “As in becoming a soldier?” “Not what you have in mind.” Eros ducked his head. “I’m a trained killer, Xy. I am paid to kill people. I have targets and orders.”

“The Arbiters are mercenary brokers. Not just soldiers—they’re specialists. Intelligence, infiltration, extraction. Their creed is neutrality, which makes them useful to everyone and loyal to no one.” “Mercenaries,” Liora said flatly. “Not mercenaries,” Ines corrected. “Mercenary brokers. They don’t just sell fighters. They sell precision. They can put a knife in someone’s back without ever drawing blood—or burn a city block without leaving fingerprints.” Varian’s jaw flexed. “They’re vultures. Feeding on whoever’s bleeding the most.” “And right now,” Ines added, “the Marcellis are leaving the fattest trail.”

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

The three mercenaries: “What the hell are you talking about?!” ***

Emerging from a group of bushes, emerge twenty men, all of them armed and all looking rather filthy. Their tunics were caked in black stains while various insects were crawling around the bird shite that covered their cloaks. The only thing that looked clean in their outfits was a single large lavender strap tied to their elbows. “Identify yourselves strangers!” Varkii shouts at them. One of them raises his axe and points it at us and shouts “I’ll ask the same of you Remanian pig!” the stranger replies. “They’re Barbarian mercenaries” Pal’lacon murmured. We had faced down some of their kind before, many Barbarians mercenaries or sellswords as we called them were used to bolster Persian ranks

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”