Strange Adventures Of A Broke Mercenary Novels & Stories

follow me. By the time I reach the library, my last refuge but I'm barely holding it together. I find a study carrel in the basement stacks, as far from civilization as I can get, and finally allow myself to break down. Three days ago, I was Coach Rowan's daughter, Ethan's beloved sister, Adrian's secret girlfriend. I had friends and family and a future mapped out in familiar territory. Now I'm a girl with no money, no support system, and no idea if the person I sacrificed everything for even wants me anymore.

“Where does it hurt?” “I’m fine.” A cool hand pressed against my forehead. “Liar.” He stayed beside me after that. Without saying another word. In the darkness, I noticed something was wrong with him. Suppressing vampire instincts for too long came with consequences. His gaze lingered on my neck for a very long time. Yet he never moved closer. “If you want blood, just take it.” He looked away. “You’re already anemic.” “You can’t afford to lose blood right now.”

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

This was extreme and almost madness. After several deep breaths they began fighting each other. With each blow Alice felt herself wincing. They were ruthless, she could hear their bones cracking and braking as they relentlessly pounded on each other. The man with the broken jaw landed a hard right punch to the man with the split eyebrows ribs, several cracks were heard. She knew he had just had ribs broken. The man with the split eyebrow grabbed a hold of the man with the broken nose wrist and cranked it backwards. His wrist snapping. Even with broken bones they still continued. Blood pouring from their noses, mouths bones breaking. They were not quitting. They were taking this last one stan

Adrian's POV I just ended up the call with Seraphina. She was reminding me of an important consignment deal with the South American Mafia, Castellano. The last time business loss due to Ghost rider was huge. And to cover the loss of that this deal needs to be locked at any cost. It's going to be the biggest consignment order of drugs and sculpture artecrafts. The profit margin quoted is huge hence the words needs to be precise and measured. One wrong word or line and it will be difficult to convince him.

The loud crash shook the floor beneath my boots. Marcus spun around to face the next guy. His gray eyes glowed brightly. He ducked under a rifle barrel and drove his elbow hard into another man’s chest. The man doubled over, coughing and gasping for air. Marcus picked him up and threw him through another glass wall, just like the first one. It was a complete mess of flying glass, broken bones, and terrified shouts. The highly trained mercenaries were falling apart in seconds. They couldn’t fight back at all. Marcus way too fast. He was breaking them and tossing bodies around as if they weighed nothing.

he murmured, exiting quietly. Ethan made his way back to his office, settling into his chair as his hands rubbed his temples in quiet distress. Then, a man adorned in a gleaming black suit appeared. His fragrance carried a whisper of silver, filling the air as he entered Ethan's office. Ethan and the man engaged in strained niceties before plunging into the meeting. The man represented a security company providing protective services to his organization in the city. Ethan listened with clenched jaws, struggling to hold back a snarl when the topic of rogue packs came up. Relying on outsiders for pack issues made him uneasy.

The Blackrock pack, leaderless and disoriented, crumbled. Damian was too drunk to command, leaving the army directionless. The Bloodfang pack's forces swept through like a tide, crushing everything in their path. The once-mighty Blackrock pack fell back step by step, teetering on the edge of annihilation. Panic and despair spread like wildfire. The council of elders was powerless, thrown into chaos the likes of which they had never known. Finally, they came to my door. Those same elders who had once sneered at me now kneeled before me, heads bowed, voices trembling with desperate pleas.

"Dylan Costa needs to cross that bridge, and I'm going to be the one to burn it. they all stared at me in shock. everyone knodded their heads in agreement and looked to nonno for confirmation. it was time to fight back in this war. my army is bigger and badder than just one monster. I wasn't going to back down even if it meant my life to save my daughter. nonno was the patriarch his word was final. but if he said no, I was going to end up in big trouble because I was going to end Dylan one way or another.

I crashed violently through a heavy metal security fence, my spine fracturing against a brick wall before I collapsed face-down into the wet mud. The sheer force of the blow left my lungs completely paralyzed. I couldn't drag a single breath into my chest, and my vision began to swim in a red haze of agonizing physical pain. “Fuck!” Through the blur of my failing vision and the roaring rain, I watched the passenger door of the armored tactical truck rip open. A hired mercenary in military gear jumped out, helping a bleeding, limping Garrett scramble into the front cabin. "Go! Go, go, go! Drive!" Garrett screamed, spitting blood onto the seat.