Sci-fi Mercenary Novels & Stories

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?!” ***

“They want you dead, Selene.” Silas crouched next to one of the fallen mercenaries, yanking something off his belt. A worn metal emblem with a wolf’s head split by a blade. His expression darkened. “Night bane Order,” he muttered. Riven let out a low whistle. “Well. That’s just fantastic.” I frowned. “Who the hell are they?” Dara tucked her knife away. “Pack-funded mercs. They don’t do clean-up jobs, Selene. They do execution.”

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.

It was the smile of the ruthless predator that ruled the corporate underworld. "I am not going to bury you," Lucian promised softly. "But my private contractors are going to take you to a very dark, very quiet room in the middle of this desert. And they are going to keep you alive for a very, very long time. Unless you hand over the device." The mercenary's defiant glare faltered. He looked past Lucian, seeing the dozen heavily armed, completely emotionless operatives waiting in the shadows. The terrifying reality of crossing a man with unlimited wealth and zero moral boundaries finally set in.

"She's a former sniper, dishonorably discharged, and was recently a suspect in a case down in Columbia along with this character." Once more the screen changed. A dark eyed man with tousled hair was captured walking down a street, facing a camera. "Damian Naraujo, who lives in El Paso. Naraujo on the surface is just a computer consultant, but we know of him because of his work in South America. He's a mercenary, people or companies hire him to take out competitors in emerging markets. Mostly tech, but he'll do anything for anyone at the right price." "And you think he's related all because of a dead body?" Priscilla wasn't sure she bought that. It was a leap. A big one.

His body shakes with visible rage. “You were there?” “I was, and I’ve never taken another job from Don Valentino that involved anyone from the Elite Family or High Table. The risk is too great over any amount of money he has to offer. Money cannot buy you another life, and you sure as fuck can’t take it to hell with you.” “I'm sorry. I had no idea you’re a mercenary.” “I was. I retired, and you’ll never believe me, but I was here visiting my mother who is receiving dialysis. It’s like the stars have aligned and given me an opportunity to take Clary out honouring my fallen men.”

Over the past 20 years, Bloodthirsty Mercenary became the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. There were three main reasons why Somerland valued Justin so much. First of all, Justin was strong and was already at the peak of Dragon Rank. Even if Lucas and Leeman joined hands, they were not his opponent. Secondly, he was extremely powerful. He controlled Bloodthirsty Mercenary, the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. It had tens of thousands of members and was well-armed. Thirdly and most importantly, the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Justin controlled was on Dark Cape—strategically located on Somerland's border with Falconia.

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.”

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”