Sci-fi Mercenary Novels & Stories

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

His eyes were full of provocation as he looked at Christiano. Christiano's eyes were cold. The man in front of him was called Old Wolf. He was born as a special soldier and had made a lot of military achievements for his country. Later, he retired and joined the mercenary group. He basically had retired veterans. He didn't expect that he would be hired this time. "It seems that I really underestimated you. How did you find me so soon? Is the collapse of my mine also your masterpiece?" "This is just our first meeting. I think you will like this gift very much!"

We ate our meagre soup in silence, the air thick with feigned despair. At eight o’clock, the heavy steel bolt on the door screeched open. A man I hadn’t seen before, mid-thirties, with dull brown hair and tired eyes, pushed the slop bucket inside. He was unremarkable, dressed in the same uniform as the others, but without the hard-edged military bearing. He was just a mercenary, a cog in Mia’s machine, clearly there for the money, not the cause. Perfect. He avoided our eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the silent, despairing tableau of women inside.

I promise you that I'll make your lives a living hell. Dad then barked his orders to the bodyguards, who were standing nearby, "Take both of them to The Golden Triangle. Don't kill them. I want them to be alive to experience all the pain and suffering that we're going to inflict upon them." "No!" Bianca screamed hopelessly. A sudden burst of strength surged through her, and she was able to somehow free herself from the bodyguard's restraints. "Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!"

Alpha Jones enacted. "Mercy? What do you call mercy? Expeling Prina? You need to learn a lot about mercy" Sophie sobbed. "Take her away" Alpha Jones commanded. "I'm not going anywhere" she rebelled. "I want that death now. I have no reason to live anymore and you also wanted my life to end. So what is stopping us?" she grumbled. Alpha Jones laughed out loudly. "You just want to die because you are too scared of living. The same way you wanted to die because you are too scared of dying" he made mockery of her.

If the law hasn't changed, only an alpha can perform an interrogation. "Working. He'll arrive in a couple of hours." "Two. A hybrid and an aspirant to become a hunter," I answer evasively. It's not a lie, merely an omission of the lives I reaped while condemned as a slave. Tyler nods. "Are there any witnesses we should be worried about?"

Luis sat uneasily for a while, while feeling at the mercy of this man he was yet to see. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Salamanca said while emerging from the shadows. The man was short and stocky, with a mustache and protruding stomach. Luis also noticed that he had a rosary on his neck. Dressed in khaki shorts, and oversized T-shirt, Salamanca looked more like a service man than a criminal boss. He took his seat on a chair adjacent to theirs. “I’m so sorry about your brother.” Luis said , while trying to ‘water’ the ground.

And the owner of the faction they side with could offer a great reward for them to do something for them, but usually other than protecting the faction they’re living in during crisis or doing some favor for the faction head when asked or enticing with the reward, these lazy bum wouldn’t do anything to tire themself. “Hey, do you know anything about this expedition?” One of the guests' experts asked the mercenary who was standing near him. “No, Just heard that someone in the south had stirred some shit up and we need to fix it. As for the details? fuck it, It should be the usual of finding the problem then, killing the problem and getting our paycheck.” The mercenary answered boringly. “I mu

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

It might not be his actual death, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t feel real. “Are you okay?” Luka asked, returning to my side after defeating the Golem. “He… I…. He… What…” I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone even form a solid thought. “Mercenaries are trained to kill themselves if they are captured. They are insanely loyal to their cause. He was never going to give up who sent him. But I already know.” “Then who?”