Space 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.

Shadow stared reassuringly at Captain. “Furthermore, they are trained to be my substitutes if anything happens to me.” “Your substitute if something happens to you?” For some reason, Ibrahim hated that sentence so much. “The facilities are a brutal place for a mediocre kid. They'll die if they didn't perform. Unlike normal children, we are trained as mercenaries as early as 10 years old. Captain was included. The only difference was, he was hired by the government which later was betrayed by the said government.”

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

A deadly calm burned behind his eyes, the kind of fury that only barely masked the terror beneath. Todd caught the shift instantly. He dropped his cigarette and crushed it underfoot, then took a file from his assistant, and spoke up, trying to pull Liam's focus back to the present. “We traced it—it’s the K.S. Mercenary Group. A small squad crossed the border five days ago.” He paused, lowering his voice. “We haven’t confirmed who hired them yet.” He handed the documents to Liam. The pages detailed the group's cold, efficient modus operandi. The only sliver of good news – if it could be called that – was K.S.'s reputation for not harming non-combatants.

Outside the viewscreen, the steel mill loomed, lit by the otherworldly glow of Windwalker's presence and the deep red of elemental magma. Three against seven. The math was terrible. But as Bryan looked around at his team—at Amy with her new resolve, at Classy's steady hands, at Cara's fierce loyalty, at Emma's nervous courage, at Mello and Willz's silent readiness, at Shadowalker's ancient burden—he thought maybe, just maybe, terrible math could be rewritten. The transport descended. The first real battle for the fate of their world was about to begin.

"It's not old people. There's whispers of outside contractors. Professionals." Mercenaries. Elijah was bringing fucking mercenaries. I drained my whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the fury building in my chest. "How many?" "Enough." Marco shrugged. "More than a handful, less than an army. But all quality. The kind who don't miss." I needed more. Needed names, numbers, entry points. But before I could press further, Marco's expression changed—eyes widening slightly, his body tensing. "Silas. We've got company."

I growl. She glowers at me but keeps her silence. Teresa isn’t a small woman, she’s well-muscled and can take down a man twice her size, however, she won’t try me. She knows that when I fight, I fight to kill. For all intents and purposes, we are the Alphas of the Rogue Lands, we each rule over our own species but we are currently working together to get what we need. The little half-breed Siren. The Royal Beta’s daughter. “She’s a 15-year-old girl! It shouldn’t be that difficult to run a recon mission on her! Where are the other spies?” Julian growls.

’ Eric and Genevieve thought to themselves but didn’t dare say anything out loud as they noticed that Marcus’ mood had significantly improved as he had started to skip round his grandfather “But without any active abilities no academy will accept him.” Eric said with a sight tactfully choosing his words so as not to ruin the mood “Nonsense, with me around who needs a filthy academy let by a bunch of untalented Hunters.” Sword-saint Predator harrumphed and Marcus only grew more excited and both Eric and Genevieve could only shake their head as a smile wormed its way into their formerly gloomy faces.

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A