Novel Mercenary Enrollment Novels & Stories

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 ."

He offered me more, offered me something I didn't know I needed, something I thought I no longer deserved. A home. A family. Brotherhood. The Nightmare Warriors have been my family for years. But now, I don't know if I even have them any longer. I've proven not to be trusted. This isn't the first time I have put my needs before the clubs and that goes against the number one rule of the club.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

In addition to exploring the portal, they also do various activities together, including becoming additional soldiers for the base when needed. "I'm sleepy," I whispered. Even so, I still forced myself to read the diary. One fact I found about Duna's death is... Nothing. This diary is more like a guidebook than a heartfelt diary. In this diary, Duna wrote that the mercenary card is different from the ID card. Only mercenary administrators with ranks R4 and R5 can enter the rooms and houses of fellow mercenary members with their R4-R5 card. Just like Oskar who often tresspassing Duna's room.

With that in mind, he was prompted to growl, “Who the hell are you guys? What’s your objective? Let her and my son go, and I’ll meet any of your conditions!” Smirking in response, the blond, blue-eyed man simply walked over to Zivon before scoffing, “We’re just part of a mercenary organization, and someone’s offered us a massive paycheck to deal with you. Regardless, I’m sure you know that we mercenaries always finish our jobs, and that we don’t ever reveal who our customers are, correct? We’re only doing business here, so please don’t make things difficult for us, Young Master Burton.”

I heard she had done exceptionally well and achieved both wealth and fame. But the first thing she did after coming back was to get all the companies in the industry to blacklist me. I had zero savings because of my medical bills, so I relied on my monthly paycheck to cover the fees for my treatment and Grandma's nursing home care. Once I was blacklisted, I couldn't find work and had no source of income. That was when Maisie threatened me. She told me that if I married her, she would let me work again and help cover Grandma's nursing home care fees.

I stood up from my throne, angrily walking away from them. The sun was cascading down its horizon, and I went to the camp where the warriors were waiting for me. I entered one of the camp tents with my attire completely matching someone going to war. I spread the map on the table and gathered my betas together to show them the route we are going to follow and the precautions we need to adhere to. "Alpha Lucas I was thinking about the council meeting earlier; what if it’s just a misunderstanding and this war is not necessary?" my beta said and snarled at him.

“Every man capable of holding a shield. Recall the outer posts. We no longer waste strength on show patrols. Bring them behind the walls.” A captain inclined his head, scribbling notes. “Royal packs loyal to the crown,” Rowan continued. “All of them. I don’t care if they think winter will eat their pups if they leave—tell them the Bastard will eat them first. They will march here.” His lip curled. “Any Alpha who hesitates can learn what it is to have no lands at all.” The room seemed to grow colder. “Mercenaries,” he went on. “Double their f*e. Triple it. Promise them spoils. If they want noble titles, I’ll mint new ones on their corpses if that’s what it takes to get their blood on my enemi

he replied resignedly. While none of them looked scared as they all observed Dyllen in return, there was an air of unease about each of the teens. They didn’t know what to expect from him and they obviously weren’t hopeful after his sudden departure that morning. Dyllen knew how to train new recruits in a mercenary band as he’d done it for a company called White Hand. It was the same company where he had met Linus, although he hadn’t stayed long, frustrated with the power plays and incompetence of the high ranking officers.