Novel & Cerita Sci-fi Mercenary

“Who are you?” The man stopped near the bottom of the stairs. “Director Adrian Mercer.” Mercer. The name meant nothing to me. But Lucien physically flinched. And Cameron ... Cameron went still in a way that made my wolf uneasy. Not because he recognized the man. Because he recognized the title. Director. Not Commander. Not Council member. Not even a general or something like that. He was something above standard military structure. Mercer folded his hands behind his back almost casually. “I oversaw the Blackridge behavioral adaptation initiative during the border wars.”

“I ran his face through every legal database…Italy, Russia, the U.S. Nothing came up. It’s like the dude’s a ghost.” “Well, I hope there’s a but coming,” I said coldly. “And for your sake, you’re a ghost hunter.” Fear flickered in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… so I hacked into the black market security network. He’s called The Dead. Weird, right?” “The Dead?” I repeated. Was he fucking serious? “Wait… he’s…” My voice trailed off as the realization hit. “He’s a mercenary,” Ryan finished. “Or more precisely… the head of a mercenary gang.”

Unlike Kalen, he is among the lunatics who came here willingly in complete trust of their strength to get the prize. Outside here, he is a mercenary who fights, kills, and protects, if hired, as a source of income and livelihood. He is an external member of on of the big 5, the Blackwater Mercenaries. The Blackwater Mercenaries is the only organization whose rules and restrictions are looser, among the big 5. They accept outsiders who proved their strength as external members, who work for them as mercenaries, and are paid. The Emperor doesn’t focus completely on being a mercenary alone though, as he looks for unconventional means of income like this.

"It's not old people. There's whispers of outside contractors. Professionals." Mercenaries. Elijah was bringing fucking mercenaries. I drained my whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the fury building in my chest. "How many?" "Enough." Marco shrugged. "More than a handful, less than an army. But all quality. The kind who don't miss." I needed more. Needed names, numbers, entry points. But before I could press further, Marco's expression changed—eyes widening slightly, his body tensing. "Silas. We've got company."

There was no way he would allow Glang and his men to live. The man pondered and said, “Sir, I used to serve in the military in Glowmoss. I have some friends who joined Zion Mercenaries after we were discharged. Maybe we can engage them to settle this for us. But it will be slightly costly.” “Money is not a problem!” Cosmo waved and then impatiently said, “But aren’t Zion Mercenaries a foreign militia group? Don’t tell me you want me to see those fuckers live for a few more days.”

His grip tightens with his frustration. “The soldier was Gary Samuel and he was a mercenary that didn’t belong to any pack. He was trained to infiltrate a location and take out whatever his target was. His target was Kemira. But he was supposed to simply capture her. At the most wound her. He got greedy. And it cost him his like.” Theron speaks. “Why is this man so obsessed with me. Why won’t he just leave me alone!” I yell in frustration as Takoa holds me close.

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.

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.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

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