Teenage Mercenary Chapter Novels & Stories

It landed on the lead mercenary's back, its claws sinking into the armor. The mercenary screamed as he was borne to the ground. His squadmates panicked, firing at the creature, but hitting their comrade in the process. "Go!" Jack signaled. They sprinted across the intersection while chaos erupted behind them. The mercenaries were fighting for their lives, screaming orders, firing wildly. The noise drew more Scavengers. Shadows dropped from the sky like rain. "It's a feeding frenzy," Marcus grunted as they ran. "We sparked a riot." "Better them than us," Jack said.

New love, alliance strong, grief faintly healed. But the enemy had no mercy, waiting in silence. Ready to consume more souls. The chapter ended on a cliff of war, grief, rage, love, and alliance: shadow close… no mercy… ever.

I guess if that was the case, she was really going to enjoy the next part of my story. "That’s right." I confirmed. "At least it did until I found them." As I spoke, memories of that day began to emerge. Before Boar’s Head was built, I worked for the mercenaries, and one of my first missions was to rid the world of the elders, since in most people’s eyes they were more of a nuisance than a blessing. At the time I was only thirteen and just managed to prove my worth, but that was all almost ruined when those assholes sent me on such a dangerous mission.

Jessica raised her head and glanced at Roger floating in the air, then lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her clothes in embarrassment. Mercenaries... ??? Roger raised his eyebrows, with countless question marks on his head. Looking underage to become a mercenary? He even wondered if he had time-traveled into a certain two-dimensional mobile game. Apart from the two-dimensional world... how could such a young minor be allowed to work as a mercenary? And, as you can see, he is indeed shy and blushes easily. Just talking to herself, the little girl Jessica kept blushing and did not dare to look directly into her eyes.

“No. I’m good. Danny’s letting me stay rent-free as long as I keep going to meetings and I’ve been picking up some work under the table. Nothing great but it’s something.” “That’s good. That’s really good, Miles.” There’s a pause and I can hear him breathing on the other end, can picture him standing somewhere with his phone pressed to his ear trying to figure out what to say next. “I wanted to apologize. For that text asking for money. I was in a bad place and I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have put that on you when I know you’re already carrying so much.” “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

"...they'll come for Rowan tonight." No one spoke. No one needed to. Every warrior understood what was at stake. Far away, hidden inside an abandoned chapel deep within the forest, a hooded mercenary slowly unwrapped the infant sleeping peacefully in his arms. The baby yawned….The mercenary frowned. Then reached toward the back of the child's neck.His fingers searched for the mark Seraphine had described. Nothing. His expression darkened. He checked again. Still nothing A slow smile spread across his face.

Some were wounded, groaning in pain, while others lay motionless. Dylan approached me and bowed his head. “Alpha. Lucien, Beta Andrew, and Elara have been taken out of the territory. They are now on their way into exile.” I nodded. “Good.” My attention shifted toward the surviving Bloodfang warriors. “Your Alpha is no longer in charge of this pack.” Silence descended over the field. “Lucien's reign ends today.” I allowed my gaze to sweep across the warriors. “I didn't come here to punish innocent people. I came to reclaim what was stolen from my pack and put an end to the corruption that has ruled this territory for years.”

" Mr. Riddle Sr. raised his head as he looked at Nicole. The look in his eyes changed. 'No wonder Mr. Wyance and Mr. Johnston Sr. cared about her so much.’ 'Zane Spears’s the world’s most famous mercenary organization. They’re employed by top-level figures from countries around the world.’ 'No one has seen Zane Spears. But mercenaries that were chosen by him are elite talents. And they were all chosen when they were at a young age. Among them are people from ancient families and the children of wealthy families. They’re all athletic and talented geniuses.’

“Not many people have joined us since then. All other branches of organization were also shutdown. Now, there is only two branches left excluding this main branch, of course. To make the matter worst, most of members are just c or d ranked. And they only joined because they had no other way to earn more money. Now a days, most people prefer to join mercenary guilds. Of course, mercenary guilds are controlled by Hunter’s Corps—the only difference is they do not have to serve in the war. Though the resources you receive will be much greater in the Hunter’s Corps.” ‘Hum! I knew there was war three years ago but didn't realize it was that bad. That bastard of our king refused to help them, and h

Chapter 60: No Way Back The SUV screeched to a halt, its headlights slicing through the dark. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I kept my breathing steady, fingers twitching toward my weapon. The doors swung open, and figures emerged—silent, calculating, armed to the teeth. Dante’s mercenaries. They weren’t here to negotiate. Mimi and I didn’t hesitate. I shifted my stance, muscles coiled tight despite the screaming pain in my ribs and shoulder. There was no room for weakness. Not now. The first man lunged, his blade glinting under the streetlights.