Novel Mercenary Enrollment Novels & Stories

she mumbled. Arden left and Diana returned to meet Valerie. "Is there a problem?" Valerie asked, noticing the worried look on Diana's face. "The Beta wants you to work as the Alpha's maid. But I think..." "I am okay with that," Valerie answered quickly. That is what she needed; to get close to the Alpha. Valerie sounded happy and that surprised Diana. No one has ever felt happy working with their Alpha except for those who don't know him. There was hardly anyone who came to work in the Fire Pack without knowing who the Alpha was and the ruthless attitude he possessed.

"Split your forces so you cannot concentrate against either column." "Why are you telling me this" I asked. I studied his face. Reed was quiet for a moment. "Because I was a soldier under the old order and I know what it was like" he said. "And I have seen what things are like now in the towns near the capital. It is better. I did not expect that but it is better." "And yet you fought for the Old Guard today" I said. "I was contracted" Reed said. "I am a mercenary. But my contract was for this specific action not for the full invasion and I did not know until I got here that children had been killed in some of these border raids."

“It’s about people. Our people.” He studied me for a long moment, then leaned back with a slow smile. “Bringing you in… might be the best damn decision I’ve ever made.” ————— The weeks that followed blurred into one another, a whirlwind of meetings, plans, and new faces. The mercenaries took their oaths with solemnity, their fierce loyalty now bound by honor. At the warehouse and the company building, I oversaw operations, logistics, and most of the crucial decisions—my mind constantly churning with ideas to strengthen our hold.

Did they hate each other that much? “So how's modeling, Foren?” Nica asked, one of their classmates, thankfully changing the topic. “Hmm, it's fine, I guess? Well, I earn enough and I really love what I'm doing so I don't feel tired or bored of it,” she smiled at them and it's as if everyone got blinded by her beauty. “Erm,” another guy cleared his throat just behind her. Their attention turned to him. It was Joseph who currently had his arm around Adam's shoulder. “What about you Adam? I heard you're already running Rockwell's Empire on your own, eh?”

“Very well then. I would like to know if your master is interested in my proposal and if he can help with recruiting and training an army to overthrow Benedict. Time is not on my side. I have not the patience that Benedict had in planning his coup de grace. I seek mercenaries who will be well rewarded. Rewarded better than they will ever be able to imagine if they can keep their tongues tied and focus on the task at hand until the job is done. Buy the army. Mercenaries. Tribes. I do not care. But they will unite under a leader appointed by me. There will be no dispute. If they want to get paid more handsomely than they could ever imagine.” “’Tis not an easy task you ask. It will take time an

It was about survival. Mercer stepped forward to meet his contact. A tall, well-dressed man in an expensive coat—one of Carrow's lieutenants. They shook hands. Then Mercer said something that sent a chill through Lena's blood. "I want out." Silence hung in the air From a distance, Lena had seen shock frozen on Carrow's man's face. "You're kidding." Mercer shook his head. "This is not what I volunteered for." Lena's fists clutched the gun.

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.

He was not in the Violet Manor, where he had friends everywhere to help him. At the thought of this, Xiao Chen was worried. Yesterday, he heard Yang Qing said that there were mercenaries in many places in Wastelands. Some of them worked for money. Some of them were outlaws, and some of them were retired from some major forces. The fighting capacity of these people was very high. As long as they could afford the money, they would be absolutely loyal. If they wanted to build their own forces, there would be a need to use these mercenaries in the early stage. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen paced back and forth in the yard. In the past, he never worried about money, but now he was in Wastelands

And the only reason they could run their mouths like this was because they had yet to face life-or-death situations, and there were plenty of others who could toot their own horns. She just didn't imagine that the mercenary party she was registering now would be feared across the world! Still, she dutifully worked and continued providing information. "The class of mercenary groups are thus: below ten and it's a party, up to hundred and it's a company—above that, and it's an army. When your registered members increase, you can come back to register your new class." Caleb, Oxley, Fafnir, and Bigby all nodded in understanding.

" 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 ."