Teenage Mercenary Chapter Novels & Stories

I knew he was being kind, but I couldn’t help but think what he would want in return. “I won’t be there.” He mentioned, like he knew what I was thinking. “I have to be at the clubhouse tonight.” He continued. “Clubhouse?” He smiled and tapped his waistcoat. “I’m a biker sweetheart, I am the vice president of the Titan King’s MC club. Have you heard of us?” I shook my head. “No, but I only found out what year we’re in a few months ago.” He froze, “what? How is that possible?” He asked. “We were kept in cages in the basement for years.” His face reddened as the anger seemed to take control.

We lost everything. During my time in the organization, I endured unimaginable hardships. Only the strong were deemed worthy of survival. We were subjected to relentless training day and night until our bodies surpassed their limits. After five grueling years, my high IQ led to an opportunity. I was given a choice: serve as a foot soldier for twenty years or become a mercenary for five years to shorten my time with the organization. I opted to join a mercenary group as their strategist and doctor. Following my training and accepting missions, I tried to locate my parents, with whom I had never been close, even as a child. They were always preoccupied with their careers, but it was bearable b

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

] [Possible Job: Carrier, Savior, Protector, Heart Filler] [CAN DICE: ACCEPTED] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TWELVE~

MONGREL 🌷 How do you end the war when you don't know who you actually are? The lives, loves, dangers and disasters on the land of Merlin. Creatures of unspeakable horror lurk beneath this land as a teenage girl is suddenly torn between the two powerful empires. What happens when a little human girl is rescued as an infant, rejected as a mate, accepted as a beloved and had to fight as a queen? Will she be able to guard the peace treaty?

As days pass by, the young mercenary keeps his professionality in check as the man did whatever Roy tells him to do. He already limits his conversation with the Hills’ daughter, Aveline. He’s still working under the Tanaya household as their mercenary, he kills people if they order him to do.

Why do I have so few chapters for myself if I am the main caracter? How is a war, full of blood and politics more interesting than me? Ok, I did not do anything really important, and I admit that I enjoyed the months of peace. Being able to sleep knowing that I am not being observed by ghosts is better than holidays. But the war is over, and it's time to collect the rewards. Attention is now very welcome. Appreciate the masterpiece of my effort!

I mind-linked to the pack, voice a thunderous growl in their heads. We cut through them like scythes through wheat: mercenaries falling in heaps, limbs torn, throats ripped. One begged for mercy—"Please, I have a family!"—but mercy was a luxury we couldn't afford. My claws slashed his abdomen, spilling entrails into the mud. Another unloaded a clip at me; I dodged, pouncing to crush his skull under my paws, the crack echoing like gunfire.

Before I could even reach the elevator, I saw Maisie and Dash sitting on the chairs outside the department entrance. I quickly hid. I wasn't too far from them, so I could hear their conversation clearly. Maisie held up a medical report and said, "I can't keep this baby. I'll give you some money. Don't contact me again after that." Dash suddenly dropped to his knees and begged, "Don't do this, Maisie! This is our baby we're talking about—a life!" Maisie flung his hand away. "This was just an accident! I've misjudged you, Dash. You poked holes in that box of condoms on purpose, didn't you? You got me pregnant so you could take Tristan's place!"

In exactly forty seconds, nineteen mercenaries were dead on the polished floor. 01:20. The twentieth mercenary and the squad leader panicked. He grabbed the six year old girl by the hair, violently pulling her out of the chair and pressing the barrel of his pistol directly to her temple. "Drop the gun!" the mercenary screamed, his voice cracking with absolute terror as he stared at the blood soaked monster advancing on him. Lucian did not stop walking. His dark eyes were completely dead. "Drop it or I blow her head off!" "Look at her chest," Lucian growled heavily, his voice a freezing, demonic whisper that echoed off the gold bars.