Teenage Mercenary Chapter Novels & Stories

When exhaustion eventually conquered them, Chad looked content, like a man who had won the lottery. The words "I told you, didn't I?" seemed to be written over his face. Jade definitely didn't regret taking up his offer for forbidden pleasure. But he was right in the end. One time didn't seem enough for her. ...............….. "Oh, Jade, Jade." His soft murmuring awakened her. Sunlight was streaming through the thin parchment paper lining the windows. She heard the faint sound of a rooster crowing in the distance and got up. Looking beside her, she discovered the sleeping mercenary. Like her, he was stark naked.

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."

Luckily, all of the packs in the area were able to mind-link with one another so these mercenaries of mine could understand my orders as well. There were some growls, some howls, and still some sounds of pain. But those with half a brain, I wanted to assume about a third of who was left, came stumbling out of the dark with their hands raised. They were summarily cuffed with zip-ties laced with silver. I was relieved to see the majority of them were the youngsters I'd expected to encounter. If my sources were correct, there were only another thirteen out there under the age of eighteen, if they were still alive. Not that I had any desire to kill kids in their twenties, either.

He could see greed in the young members’ faces — not for gold but for power. “Second,” Theodore continued, “we will use the wolves the Moon cannot refuse: mercenaries and hands shaped by shadow. For years, I bound debts to men who live between packs — traders, escaped captives, and craftsmen outcast for their skill. They owe me favors now. Their loyalty is cheap and mine to spend. We will hire three detachments: one to plant doubt, one to steal, and one to strike when the moment comes.” “Three detachments,” Merek repeated. “From where?”

“The guy with the tattoos on his arms,” I say. “He was here yesterday. Where is he?” “Martell?” Stefan asks. He looks over his shoulder. “He’s here somewhere, he never misses training.” “He’s not here,” Piper says, her voice grave. “Who is he?” I ask. “What are those tattoos?” “He’s a mercenary,” Piper explains. “Doesn’t belong to any particular pack. Hires out his skills in fighting, scouting, whatever.”

“Good choice. But a word of advice: if you’re planning something stupid, like smuggling yourself into the Citadel don’t come back here. You won’t get a second deal.” Tunde said nothing. He turned and left. Outside, the sky had dimmed. The wind had shifted. The ruins were darker than he remembered. You would think that since the ruins were already a wasteland, the crime rate would be relatively low. You couldn’t be more wrong. Mercenaries ruled these broken districts. Ruthless, organized, and heavily armed, they were more powerful than any local council or surviving militia. They ran smuggling routes, tech rings, and even made deals with Citadel officials under the table.

“And you're the second in command for a charter of the Henchmen that I happen to sell a lot of guns to.” He chuckled. “Yeah, that about covers it. How did you get here?” “My parents ran a club back home. Old school. Sexist. Usual MC shit. I couldn't stand being shut out on account of having a vagina, and I definitely wasn't the club princess they thought I should be. Especially since I could do a better job than all of them combined. So, I moved here, Karma came with me, and we set up the Valkyrie.” “No special man back home?”

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! I need a maximum word for publishing this chapter, so it is repeated. ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

Darryl shook his head and smiled, indicating that he was not bothered at all. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a unique temperament slowly walked toward the center of the battle stage. "Everyone, be quiet!" He was not loud, but his voice echoed throughout the valley. His inner energy must be powerful! All eyes were on him. Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence."

In a natural limestone bowl sheltered from the worst of the wind, the council's hired mercenary camp buzzed with cold, calculating efficiency. Roughly twenty mercenaries—hardened veterans of the southern border wars, clad in mismatched tactical gear and heavy leather dusters—sat around a series of low-burning campfires. They weren't high council enforcers bound by protocol or uniform; they were apex predators-for-hire, answerable only to whoever paid the highest bounty in silver and gold.