Strange Adventures Of A Broke Mercenary Novels & Stories

“That’s why I’m still alive.” I walk closer, sizing him up. Broad shoulders, faded tattoos across his arms. His clothes smell of old blood and gunpowder. A mercenary. One of the infamous ones whispered about in packs. Hunters who kill anything supernatural for the right price. “You’re late,” I say, my voice sharp. “And you’re desperate,” he replies, leaning back. “Desperate men pay better.” My claws twitch at my sides, but I force them to retract. I can’t kill him. Not yet. “Do you even know who I am?”

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

As soon as I walked in, about a dozen blades were aimed at me. “Halt!” a voice growled. I dropped to one knee in the sand, gasping dramatically. “Don’t shoot. Please, I’m just a mercenary! Just looking for coin! I need work.” Before I knew it, four scouts surrounded me. I could see the suspicion in their eyes. I expected this. A tall man stepped forward. I could tell he was a sergeant by the shoulder plating. One of his eyes had a deep scar. “You’ve got guts, walking in like that.” He said “Or you’ve got a death wish.”

The air crackled with a mixture of anticipation, greed, and a touch of remorse. In the shadows, Mammon's plot unfolded like a dark tapestry, each thread woven with deception and betrayal. As the meeting drew to a close, the mercenaries melted into the darkness, their faces masked in determination. The die was cast, and the fate of Asmo and Maria hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of a treacherous abyss.

Christian chipped in just in an effort to get on his nerves even more "Sometimes I think it would be just better if I paid people to pretend to be my friends and not have the slightest of urges to make me feel like I want to rip their heads off every ten seconds" Ryan said as he rubbed his temples with his fingers trying his best to avoid the annoyance that was all around him "And where's the fun in that?" Rodriguez asked as they both laughed

We lay on the bed between kisses, I looked into his mesmerizing green eyes for a moment. “Make me forget” I asked intensely like a prayer. Please, please, just make me forget. He smiled and leaned down to kiss my neck. In the morning I woke up with an arm around my waist. I immediately remembered last night and felt ashamed. I woke up the man next to me nudging me. He reluctantly, but finally opened his eyes and immediately smiled when he saw me. “Good morning, stranger.” he said mockingly. “Good morning, stranger” I replied, laughing.

Because the shed was so old, it went up in flames immediately, and I found myself fighting with everything I had to break through the thick wooden walls that were keeping me trapped while smoke burned in my lungs and flames pressed against my skin. With luck, I managed to break free, and I ran as fast as I could, not even daring to look back. And when I finally stopped, I found myself in the city, where I struggled to survive by stealing food and clothes. But I stole from the wrong person, and that’s how I found myself among the mercenaries. They taught me everything I knew about fighting and would have become the family that I so desperately wanted if my heart wasn’t already frozen solid.

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

But they both walked a little differently; the man on the left was half a step behind. They had inconsistent strides despite having formal training. This could only mean that they were mercenaries! Mercenaries were infamous for behaving like that. They came from different origins, and do everything for the sake of their own benefits and money. Every mercenary experienced countless trials of death and survived them all. With that, mercenaries were akin to emotionless murder machines. Yet these people sneaked in without anyone noticing. What were they up to? Scarlett continued to tail them from afar. She followed the two men and arrived outside a rundown factory.