Sci-fi Mercenary Novels & Stories

Andrius walked towards Simon. “Hmph!” Simon was not afraid at all. Instead, he scoffed and clapped thrice, “You guys are up.” As his voice subsided, a bunch of men jumped out and surrounded Andrius. These men had blonde hair and sapphire eyes. They were equipped with AK-47s, machine guns, and even an RPG rocket. They were obviously mercenaries from abroad. “You people… Grim Reaper Mercenaries?” Andrius saw the scythe emblem on their chests, and his eyes turned cold.

Instead, I leaned down until the featureless faceplate of my helm was inches from her nose. ​"You misunderstand me, little wolf," I rasped, letting my Lycan aura bleed out just enough to make her knees buckle. "I am a mercenary. I deal in gold and blood. I do not deal in treason. And I certainly do not collect another man's garbage." ​Zara gasped, her face flushing crimson with humiliation and rage. ​"If I wanted this pack," I continued softly, "I wouldn't need a Paper Luna to hand it to me. I would just take it. Now get out of my command center before I throw you out the window."

He stays on top of her for a while before pulling out of her and as soon as he gets off, Vivian curses him under her breath and heads towards the door but before she could get there, Clement halts her. Clement "Vivian! Vivian" 😒 Sir? Clement " Summon asset 1 to my office. Vivian" As you wish sir. After that, Vivian walks out of the office and shortly after her departure an odd looking guy in a body armour enters the office. The guy's name Douglas okene. He's a mercenary for hire and he sometimes carries assassinations to earn an extra buck. Douglas is a ruthless individual with little or no regard for human life,

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

Then I watch in horror as he engages the deadbolt. “Don’t think I am frail or weak and imagine doing stupid things to me. It will end in tears.” He says. “I am very dangerous, I am a mercenary, a professional. I have done this work for years, around twenty years. My services are on demand everywhere and I have been hired by the high and mighty to do their dirty work.” “What do you want?” I finally ask after gathering enough courage. If he does this for money then we can come to an agreement. “If it’s money you are after, I will pay you double what they are paying you for this. So please don’t kill me.” I plead.

[Sienna's Pov - The Morning After The Fight] We'd captured twelve attackers during the battle. Most were mercenaries, hired wolves with no ideological commitment. But one was different. I recognized him immediately when I entered the interrogation room. Derek. Former Silverfang enforcer. Someone I'd fought beside years ago before I went rogue. "Sienna." His voice was hollow. "Of course you'd be here. Always on the right side, aren't you?" "Why are you working for Mordecai?"

A third mercenary approaches Ali, bowing slightly out of respect. Mercenary Three (In Modern Arabic): Trucks are coming up the hill, Commander. What should we do with the sick girl? The mercenary gestures to where Sashawna hoists the smaller girl into her arms, now wearing the black hoodie. She whispers affirmations to the girl. Yet, her troubled gaze finds Ali's. Ali Batam (In Modern Arabic): Leave her. He rolls his eyes, then turns to walk back to the Humvee. The two mercenaries turn, and Ali nods to the three posted around the vehicle. The third opens the door and he ducks inside.

"I just saw a glimpse of my brother, father and Valerian's father in a bloody situation, they were cornered on a wall, there were a bunch of man who has a guns, knives and daggers. Father and Valerian's father was fighting with them one on one without using any weapons because they didn't bring anything. Just when the person with a gun dares to point it to Father's heart, the man pull the trigger immediately, but before it could pierce it to Father's heart, Xiam run to where our father and use his body as a shield, then the bullet was pierced directly to his heart." Father Venom and Valerian's Father Veron can go in and out of the mortal world freely because they already enhance their skills

My twin brother Sebastion, Lola, who is the herbalist, and Merrick, a Mercenary, sat scattered around the table. "Can you tell me about one of your assassin missions?" He was practically pawing at me, begging to tell him something. "Listen kid, your lucky you didn't live a life like mine. Why don't you try enjoying yours while you still have it." I growled. Pouting he sat down next to Merrick. Merrick laughed at him, patting him on the back. He was an old mercenary. Normally smelt of stale alcohol and tobacco. White wispy hair that was slicked back. Five o 'clock shadow, pale blue eyes. Always wore his white button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and revealing gash marks down his chest. He