Teenage Mercenary Chapter Novels & Stories

Killian stepped inside, roughly dragging the bruised mercenary into the center of the room. He threw the man onto the floor, where he groaned loudly, clutching his ribs. "Speak," I barked at the mercenary. "Who hired you to infiltrate the palace and kidnap the servant?" The mercenary spat a mouthful of blood on the marble floor, coughing as his eyes met mine. "Nobody hired me, sire.” he rasped out frantically, his chest heaving. "It was just us! We... we saw a helpless girl wandering at night and thought she was an easy target.”

I wiped it away violently, my fingers trembling with a lethal, suffocating rage. Never again. Never again would I beg a man for my life. Never again would I depend on someone else to protect me, my resources, or my future. If I was going to survive the end of the world, I would do it as a force to be reckoned with. Instead of allowing the crushing grief to destroy me, I let the memory stoke the furnace of my hatred. By 5:00 AM, I was in the tactical training center, dripping sweat as Marcus pushed me through a merciless combat drill. He didn't hold back. He threw heavy strikes, swept my legs, and pinned me against the mats until my muscles burned and my lungs screamed for air.

I didn't want her to have other thoughts, how was I to know my rejection would push her down the spiral? Turning to face the mercenary, “Is she alright could you buy her out?” The man shook his head with a mix of worry and confusion etched on his face, his next words made my blood run cold “I'm afraid I couldn't. When I arrived I found the camp raised to the floor, and everyone burnt to a crisp” The taste of blood flooded my mouth as I clamped down tightly to keep from showing my emotions, my eyes grew red, and the mercenary frowned, “I apologize Alpha, I failed you.”

We ate our meagre soup in silence, the air thick with feigned despair. At eight o’clock, the heavy steel bolt on the door screeched open. A man I hadn’t seen before, mid-thirties, with dull brown hair and tired eyes, pushed the slop bucket inside. He was unremarkable, dressed in the same uniform as the others, but without the hard-edged military bearing. He was just a mercenary, a cog in Mia’s machine, clearly there for the money, not the cause. Perfect. He avoided our eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the silent, despairing tableau of women inside.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

The leader of this chapter was called Theo and h was the one who sheltered Rachel as a young child at Abicus's request. "Welcome home child, what brings you here after so long.?" "Theo" She managed to become an excited child in three seconds of seeing this man. A side of her I was afraid she lost but luckily that's not the case. We gathered in the meeting room of his den to talk and discuss things but it was grim. "Unfortunately things are just that dire out here. With our main Alpha chapter gone the others have started trying to seize power for themselves. Bloodshed and many pointless deaths have taken place already."

Then, he named his Mercenary Troupe the Blood God Mercenary Troupe. Their sense of naming was... crude. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

The only family I had in this world was James and the rest of Titan King Motorcycle club. The End Thank you so much for reading you beautiful people. I hope you enjoyed reading this book. Writing this book took a lot longer than I thought it would, and right at the end, I decided to add a new scene! I based the character James off my incredible husband. He saved me, not like James saved Kirsty- I wasn’t involved with any bad guys- I promise! The next book in the series will be hopefully released in June. It is the eagerly awaited book for Ink and Tina, The mom and dad of the clubhouse. We will find out the story of how Ink met Tina, and how he became the president of The Titan Kings MC.

Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best. ‘Just how strong are they? What more can they do?’ ‘Back then, I only thought about getting an extra piece of meat when I invited them to the inn.’ She lowered her head to hide her grinning face. ‘To think I was in the presence of those so-called monsters. Thank you, whatever power brought me back here.’ Sylvia drew in a breath to relax her shoulders. ‘That’s right. It’s better to return here. It’s better to start again.’

And the only reason they could run their mouths like this was because they had yet to face life-or-death situations, and there were plenty of others who could toot their own horns. She just didn't imagine that the mercenary party she was registering now would be feared across the world! Still, she dutifully worked and continued providing information. "The class of mercenary groups are thus: below ten and it's a party, up to hundred and it's a company—above that, and it's an army. When your registered members increase, you can come back to register your new class." Caleb, Oxley, Fafnir, and Bigby all nodded in understanding.