Sci-fi Mercenary Novels & Stories

Tires shrieked violently against the pavement outside the warehouse. Three black SUVs drove through the entrance, accelerating across the open space and stopping to block the main doors entirely. Fifteen men wearing heavy tactical gear stepped out, raising automatic rifles and aiming them directly at my position. They wore unmarked black uniforms, identifying them as hired mercenaries rather than official pack soldiers. Selene dropped to the ground and crawled rapidly behind the back tire of her sedan.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

That image he just created of my alternate future seared into my memory and it sent shivers of terror wracking down my spine. “You alright, kid?” I clenched my jaw, but nodded. “Yes sir.” “Good.” He said. For a brief second, he looked really uncomfortable. Then he sighed.. “Listen, Reeves. I raised a pack of fucking wolves, not pussy cats. You all just need to get your shit together.” I nodded again and soon after, I stood up, ready to head to the locker room when his voice stopped me at the door. “One more thing Reeves.” “Yes sir?” I turned back, hand still on the knob.

Aria’s voice cut through our shared telepathic link, her silver eyes flaring with a desperate, fierce clarity from behind her flickering shield. The third mercenary had abandoned his cover, sliding down the icy slope with a long, titanium broadsword raised for a downward execution strike aimed straight at my exposed neck. The wind shrieked once more as the dampening net began to buckle under the raw, expanding volume of my hybrid alpha core, the stage set for a final, bloody extraction in the frozen mud.

he said, letting me go. "But not to turn you in. I want to offer you a job." I was taken aback. I had been on the run for so long, always afraid of being caught, but now this man was offering me a job. "What kind of job?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. The leader smiled. "I run a group of mercenaries," he said. "We take on jobs that nobody else will touch. And we could use someone with your skills." What skills is he talking about? I was just a powerless Omega and what mercenaries was he referring to?

"That's the problem. If he did want to convert it will be only to make me his. And I don't want it I want him to convert for the love of Allah, not of the creepy feelings he has for me. Plus have you seen the way he looks at me? He's creepy and seems not fine in the head." She commented making Rose chuckle watching how she scrunched her nose in disgust while mentioning how Lucas looks at her. "Yeah come inside." They both got startled hearing the familiar cold voice of a giant hulk. Mehrmah's eyes widened when so more men entered her house and started placing things in the living room. She instantly moved towards Rose when one giant man came into the kitchen and placed two big boxes on the c

Sisca explained at length. Jes was stunned, not that Adam was a CEO. But stunned to know the fact that Adam is a mafia. It seemed unethical for her to fight a mobster all this time. Her life almost flew because of her own actions. Sisca patted Jeslyn's shoulder, waking Jes from her reverie. Sisca smiled sweetly. "You don't need to be afraid of Adam. Even though Adam was a big mobster he would never hurt someone he loved. He will only hurt the person who hurt him, more precisely a charlatan. "

The silence that follows is heavy with everything we’re not saying, all the ways our family fell apart and can’t quite figure out how to come back together. Then his voice shifts, gets quieter and more serious. “Just be careful, Cass.” “What do you mean?” “People with money like that, they don’t care about people like us. They’ll use you up and spit you out the second you’re not useful anymore. I’ve seen it happen.” “It’s not like that—” “I’m serious. Whatever you think you have with them, whatever relationship you think you’re building, it’s not real. You’re staff. You’re help. And the second they decide you’re not worth keeping around, you’re gone.”