Space Mercenary Novels & Stories

He was confident. The third one stayed wide. Peripheral enforcer. No wasted movement. I tracked each one’s positioning. No unit insignias. Gear matched but not mass-produced. Modified kit. Not government-issued. Mercenary tier. Well-funded. The second one on the left peeled off wordlessly and began clearing the rooms. Standard breach pattern. One-man sweep. Trust in perimeter. That meant they were sure the five I’d dropped were out of play. Or they were here for something else entirely.

He held an assault rifle loosely in one hand. He looked at the scene—me pinned on the mattress, crying and half-naked, Matt hovering over me—with zero interest. It was just business to him. “We have a situation,” the mercenary said, his Russian accent thick. “The client is on the secure line. He wants an update. And we have movement on the perimeter. Police scanners are lighting up.” Matt cursed, slamming his fist into the mattress right next to my head. “Can’t you handle it?” Matt snapped. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“And they what, they kill them?” “Well, Yeah. 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.

When the final corporate name unmasked itself on the screen, Duncan’s heart stopped. The money had landed in the account of Viper Strike Security, a notorious, highly lethal mercenary group composed entirely of rogue Alpha shifters who specialized in political assassinations and domestic terrorism. Duncan’s breathing turned ragged, a savage, beastly growl rattling deep inside his chest.

he uttered slowly. "You are surprised, we are told there is no room for mistake. And your record preceded you, beating the first Alpha of the first wing so we decide to tilt the fight in our favor. We are not here to prove strength, only to get paid for a job well done" the man addressed him again. "Do you ever stop talking?" Alpha Jones mocked him. "Mr... what's your name again?" he asked. "I see you have a sense of humor. But the most important thing is our money" he shook his head. "And we only get that when you are dead" he scoffed.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

"It would be nice if you showed some of that aggression towards the humans. They are the ones that need it. You don't need to be like this against your own people." "And I don't care about starting wars that we won't win, so I suggest, you stop trying to destroy everything we've ever known." And with that, I leave the office. There's no winning an argument with Michael. He was just the same when we were younger. He's always been an asshole. Always questioning my authority. If he wanted to die, then he was going to have to do it on his own. I knew better than that. I wasn't going to join him on his downfall.

My new pack members bow their heads, showing their necks in submission. With no time to waste, I run towards the next territory, Pinefort. Their land is near the harbour. There are merchants all around their city selling goods, potions, and food to the outlanders parking their boats and ships. As I make my way to the pack house, I shift into my human form and disguise myself as a merchant. Alpha Nate is there counting bags of money they’ve taken from outlanders. The merchants sell goods while some of the pack members steal from the outlanders under the order of Alpha Nate. The moment I remove my disguise, Alpha Nate is not pleased to see me and foolishly attacks me before I can even make him

Jessica kept doing pull-ups in the strength training area of her villa, while Roger floated out from the necklace and acted as a sparring partner and coach above Jessica's head. Black Steel International is still very relaxed. Unlike a normal company, mercenaries generally do not need to clock in to work. They only need to be on call when traveling to carry out commissions. And each time a commission is completed, they have more than a week of vacation, regardless of the life and death of being a mercenary. Traveling between time and space, this job should be a job that ordinary workers yearn for and long for. Freedom, lots of vacations, lots of money.

We walked along a narrow path, and his kingdom loomed a few meters ahead of us. "This place looks terrifying," Camila said In a shiver and I couldn’t agree more. Dark smoke engulfed almost everything. "Guys, we have a problem," Kelvin mumbled. I saw thousands of demons rushing toward us, screaming from a distance. It seemed that this wouldn't be as easy as I had thought. "It's either we make it out alive or we die here," Matthew muttered, drawing out his weapon.