Novel Mercenary Enrollment Novels & Stories

"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."

My handsome features were gone, replaced by the rugged, lethal mask of a survivor who had looked into the abyss and refused to blink. Below my dais, three thousand mercenaries stood in tightly packed columns, their heavy iron armor clanking in the dim light of the sulfur braziers. They were the dregs of Oakhaven—feral Alphas, lawless rogues, and discarded enforcers who knew nothing but the rule of the sword. They didn't fight for ancient bloodlines or the decree of the High Council. They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them.

“And you? Did you have a choice to, uh, join this brotherhood?” “It was the only choice I made for myself. I was forced into the lifestyle at a young age. A few of us were given the opportunity to venture out because of an alliance with a powerful Alpha Prince.” He didn’t say any more, and I was curious, but the tone in his voice told me he wasn’t accepting questions. “What is your job title exactly?” “Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.”

She had outthought a room full of veterans. "I hate to admit it, but the girl is right," Yvonne stated flatly after Sara had taken her leave for the evening. "The beauty of a Black Net contract is the distance it affords us. It keeps our hands clean and our warriors far from the immediate front lines. I’ve heard rumors that you can hire entire mercenary divisions from the dark channels now."

Shadow stared reassuringly at Captain. “Furthermore, they are trained to be my substitutes if anything happens to me.” “Your substitute if something happens to you?” For some reason, Ibrahim hated that sentence so much. “The facilities are a brutal place for a mediocre kid. They'll die if they didn't perform. Unlike normal children, we are trained as mercenaries as early as 10 years old. Captain was included. The only difference was, he was hired by the government which later was betrayed by the said government.”

Campfires give the gathered mercenaries and conscripts rigorously schooled in readiness for what was to come to a vivid, hellish glow. These were my wild cards hardened fighters and killers bound by no specific loyalty or code but the coin I had obtained. A necessary evil to be used when even the possibility of violence against our people becomes a reality too indisputable to ignore. Before Kavrin's austere voice reached my ears, I sensed more than what the heavy step of boots crushing through the dried earth suggested. "The last units you asked for have arrived and are waiting for deployment orders, sir."

They had to have a leader or at least the loudest person. As a knight in Envia, one's record had to be clean, any rumours of misdemeanour or crimes, petty or serious ones, were easy cases of de-selection. That was why in Envia, there were more mercenaries than Knights, and also more discrimination. But this is not to say that there was a difference in potential. "Erden, do you see those men?" I pointed through the window. "The mercenaries?" he asked. "Yes, the mercenaries." "What of them, my lady?" he asked puzzled.

"And they’re armed." Rogues were dangerous enough, but adding human soldiers with weapons into the mix? That was a whole new threat. We weren’t prepared for this. I stood up and went to the living room. Everly followed me. Owen was there, waiting. "Do you have an idea how many humans Marcus recruited?" I tried to sound calm despite that I was very worried. "More than five hundred," Owen said. "They’re trained . Not just random men—these are mercenaries."

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

"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?"