Space Mercenary Novels & Stories

That meant I had no qualms about spending a few million on some very nice mercenary fighters who wouldn't hesitate to use their advanced fighting skills to rip Marco's warriors to shreds. The gathered, including me, turned suddenly and unloaded like a group of AK-47s with silver-tipped bullets into the area surrounding the mansion, tearing out through the night, shifting as they went, ripping through muscle, blood, and fur. Screams pierced the night, as well as howls. We stopped after destroying Marco's initial line of attack. 'Anyone who wants to live, you better come out now!' I called, using the mind-link then waited for a response. Luckily, all of the packs in the area were able to mind-

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

When he opened it, one of the most powerful handguns in the world was there, a Freedom Arms Model83, 475 Linebaugh gun. He holds it and points it at the wall in front of him as if Kristina was there. He smiled and then checked the other weapons inside the luggage including the silencer. Ring! Ring! His phone rings... He answered, "Yes hello. I already have your gift. Thank you. My fingers were so itchy to use it." "There's also a bulletproof vest Boss, wear it," the person on the other line informed him. "Got it. How many people do we have to accompany me ?" he asked.

“It’s fine. Don’t apologize. I’m happy for you, finally found yourself a partner. Introduce him to me ssometimes I would like to meet the apple of my best friend’s eye.” Eden blushed like a young maiden experiencing her first love. Tucking her wild hair behind her ear, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll let you meet each other when we’re all free.” “Is he a soldier?” Farrah couldn’t help but be curious. Eden shook her head, denying Farrah’s words. “He’s a member of a mercenary group. A Level-3 Ability-Holder.” There’s pride etched on her smile. It blinded Farrah, making her remember she had been using that smile before, too.

But when the time came for real brutality, they would all be reduced to clinging whelps running from an apex predator when they discovered my bestial rage. No, their pathetic bluster would not do much to counter the power I had unleashed. "Mercenaries," I spit out, looking at Sienna, like a curse through gnashed fangs. The best freelance warmongers and sellswords from throughout the realms. They were raised only to inflict uncontrolled destruction upon anyone who arouses their wrath, so expect no mercy from them."

There was no way he would allow Glang and his men to live. The man pondered and said, “Sir, I used to serve in the military in Glowmoss. I have some friends who joined Zion Mercenaries after we were discharged. Maybe we can engage them to settle this for us. But it will be slightly costly.” “Money is not a problem!” Cosmo waved and then impatiently said, “But aren’t Zion Mercenaries a foreign militia group? Don’t tell me you want me to see those fuckers live for a few more days.”

"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.

" 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 ."

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!”

Over the past 20 years, Bloodthirsty Mercenary became the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. There were three main reasons why Somerland valued Justin so much. First of all, Justin was strong and was already at the peak of Dragon Rank. Even if Lucas and Leeman joined hands, they were not his opponent. Secondly, he was extremely powerful. He controlled Bloodthirsty Mercenary, the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. It had tens of thousands of members and was well-armed. Thirdly and most importantly, the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Justin controlled was on Dark Cape—strategically located on Somerland's border with Falconia.