Sci-fi Mercenary Novels & Stories

Yet he crossed the distance within seconds with another human being as added weight. ‘Another human being?’ She’d caught the servants’ idle talk of rumors and prominent figures during the wars—of how some of them had surpassed the realm of humans and were deemed monsters clad in human skin. ‘He’s a monster.’ His other companions were down for the count, but they must be monsters in their own right as well. Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best.

AUTHOR’S POV Midnight shadows clung to the cold concrete walls of the Gaunt pack dungeon. High above the damp floor, a metal ventilation grate slid quietly out of its frame. The deadly mercenary, known only as Silas in the underground circuit, lowered himself into the dim hallway without making a single sound. For him, this was not a rescue mission built on human emotion or moral duty. It was simply a highly paid job. He viewed the entire infiltration like a computer processing raw data, calculating risks and angles with absolute zero hesitation.

“I’m in the middle of something.” “The client pays the bills,” the mercenary said coldly. “He wants to speak to you. Now. Unless you want us to walk and leave you here with Grayson’s security team when they arrive.” The threat hung in the air. Matt glared at the mercenary, then looked down at me. His eyes were wild, conflicted. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to claim me. But the fear of Alexander—and the fear of losing his hired muscle—was stronger.

Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.

Marcus noted, his demeanor shifting instantly from victim to soldier. "Mercenaries," Jack said, examining the print. "And they aren't hiding."

“The guy with the tattoos on his arms,” I say. “He was here yesterday. Where is he?” “Martell?” Stefan asks. He looks over his shoulder. “He’s here somewhere, he never misses training.” “He’s not here,” Piper says, her voice grave. “Who is he?” I ask. “What are those tattoos?” “He’s a mercenary,” Piper explains. “Doesn’t belong to any particular pack. Hires out his skills in fighting, scouting, whatever.”

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

(President Mies/Radio) “See?….I told you so….”.(Silverfang) Silverfang smiled as he looked at Suchong, Compared to Suchong the Bar owner, Silverfang is someone that believed and think that despite retiring as a soldier, he still can contribute to Aeternum prosperity, and for a Warewolf like him, with his naturally well endowed physical prowess, using that advantage of his, is much better more than anything else. In fact, in his Mercenary company, all the members were all Demi-Human with a perk just like him, and all thanks to his vision of serving Aeternum in the private sector, it had made his Company, the Silver Mercenary Company stood on the Top 10 Mercenary corps in Aeternum Mercenary As

He begged again, “I have a mate and pups to feed!” “As do we all you slimy fuck,” I hissed, “but that didn’t seem to bother you when you were planning on murdering my men from inside our ranks.” “I just follow orders! The pay is good!” “Yes, I’ve heard about your psychotic mercenary group,” I sneered, “but don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” His face clouded with confusion as he looked up at me in disbelief. “What?”