Novel & Cerita Sci-fi Mercenary

"Look at me, Stone! And look at Althea! How could a free-spirited, beautiful young female be mated to a man who had nothing more to offer? She’s young and fresh, while life was sucked out of me years ago. I had given everything to Sol. Althea doesn’t deserve to get just a remnant of what I was. I am just a fucking waste of space now, waiting for the day I will just vanish on earth." "Maybe I used the wrong term. Instead of saying you should give her a chance, I should be saying, give yourself a fucking chance! You’re not giving yourself the credit you deserve! You’re a fucking Alpha! Go take your pack back and claim your female!" "Did you know why I work as a mercenary?" I didn’t answer, but

“Which way to the quarters that don’t have pixies or werewolves?” As a security officer nervously led him away, the rest of the team was left standing in the hall, staring at the spot where he had been. The air still felt colder. The chapter of their simple recruitment had just ended. A new one, filled with ancient demons, gray morality, and a boy who carried the weight of a paradox, had just begun. ---

"They’ve been trying for weeks. I’m still here." "I can feel them," Rangga said, his skin beginning to glow again, a vibrant, terrifying azure. "They’re not just soldiers. They’re mercenaries. They don't have a conscience, Arung. They have a contract. They won't stop until they’re dead or we are." "Then I guess we better get to work," Arung whispered. He leaned over the edge of the boulder, took a breath, and fired a single, calculated shot.

" 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 ."

"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?"

As soon as I walked in, about a dozen blades were aimed at me. “Halt!” a voice growled. I dropped to one knee in the sand, gasping dramatically. “Don’t shoot. Please, I’m just a mercenary! Just looking for coin! I need work.” Before I knew it, four scouts surrounded me. I could see the suspicion in their eyes. I expected this. A tall man stepped forward. I could tell he was a sergeant by the shoulder plating. One of his eyes had a deep scar. “You’ve got guts, walking in like that.” He said “Or you’ve got a death wish.”

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

“I am very brutal and ruthless but I have a certain respect for women and young children. I have only killed one woman in my whole lifetime and I didn’t know it knowingly. It was a stray bullet.” “You must be ex-military,” I sighed. “Something like that but still not the exact thing!” the boss replied confidently. “I work for a private organization which also runs a militia. I am a mercenary and I do everything. I can be a bodyguard, a kidnapper, an assassin, you name it. I do anything and everything and I serve only one thing in my life.” “Money!” I completed it for him. “Truly, a mercenary serves only money in his life. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"While I might be a new designer, but I'm not desperate to the point of selling my mechs to pirates." "Now hold on for a sec, Ves." Marcella held out her hand. "It's actually not a pirate we're selling our mechs to. The intermediary is a familiar face around Bentheim. He's serving as an agent for some of the shadier mercenary corps, but he has a good reputation in so far that he doesn't deal with gangs with active bounties on their heads.

They rarely take jobs. “And who are you?” The scared face mercenary asked. “Someone you don't want to mess with.” I stepped away from the car. “The mission you came here for, abort it. I'll pay you tenfold of what you were offered.” The mercenary with the price tag laughed, eyes squinting at me. “We've given our word. We never back down.” They truly lived up to their name. “Who sent you?” The scarred mercenary unsheathed his dagger, threateningly stepping forward.