Novel Mercenary Enrollment Novels & Stories

… Everything seemed to be going well during the interview. The plump principal, Vincent Lynch, was in the midst of buttering up Wendy and Zachary. "Ms. Lindell, Mr. Shea, don't you worry. Your daughter is gifted beyond her age, and we can't wait for her to join us. I can personally ensure that your enrollment goes through." Wendy looked incredibly pleased. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of being complimented. Zachary picked up his coffee and looked at me with disdain. Vincent picked up the official school stamp and was about to confirm Quincy's enrolment when his personal phone suddenly rang.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

Why would a company with a bad reputation and did bad things still be allowed to exist? “That’s because of the backing of the people that need their services. Even royalties sometimes use their service, you know? Besides, they existed for longer than the H.A. Even though they’re not as ‘good’, they’re still reliable.” “I see. So they’re better in a way.” Matthew nodded as he compared Hunters and mercenaries. Hunters were trained and licensed people that did quests voluntarily. Mercenaries were professionals that were hired by people that wanted them. Mercenaries didn’t need permits to do their jobs and they did it with any means necessary while Hunters were restricted by rules.

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."

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.

My claws stretch out and I find my target. His soft fleshy neck is ripped out before I land back on the ground. I shift back and howl towards the sky. My savage animal instincts are in complete control. I spin around and laugh at the 7 shaking men that are left. How Alpha Leif thought his men would ever over power the top paid mercenaries in the world is beyond me. Two of the men left are deserters of Silver Tail. I immediately approach them and rip their throats out just like I promised.

It’s a huge operation, and I’m incredibly grateful for the recall Kylar sent out to the Midnight Mercenaries spread throughout the world. There’s an entire army of Midnight Forest Wolves, and the hum of their voices in my head would have been deafening if they all arrived at once. I was lucky that they trickled in, day by day. I’ve managed to meet about fifty active Wolves that are part of the Mercenary Pack, as they come in for check up’s at the medical centre.

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.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?