Teenage Mercenary Novels & Stories

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

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.

"Don't worry, boss, we definitely won't damage the mecha. Besides, who could possibly damage our mecha? Our mecha are so powerful." A guy piloting a fifteen-meter heavyweight mecha tried to butter Terrence up. Terrence felt quite pleased hearing that. Before the apocalypse, he was already the prince of Riverside, and now that the apocalypse had arrived, he aimed to expand his influence even more. "Let's go!" Terrence said with an enthusiastic swing of his hand and led the way into the zoo.

"Alright." Then, she handed a bronze plate to him. "Here's your tag. To reach the next rank, you just have to bring in ten bronze tags from completing quests to exchange for a silver rank tag. It's that easy." Caleb nodded. And with that, he was now the mercenary with the call sign 'Death'. He had done his homework and studied the class of mercenaries too. It went in the ascending order of bronze, silver, gold, platinum, prince, king, honor, supreme, and legend, with the finders of the Merc Union being legend rank themselves, each of whom were Emperor rank in cultivation!

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

she answered briefly. It was not immediately silent. Of course, he couldn't touch the leader of their kind, the oldest living vampire in history, who was also his godfather. "And why are you here?" Renz was stunned. "You're the mercenary? The mercenary is a girl?" Milla doesn't like that word. That mission was personal to her. She learned from Laura that "The Mercenary" was the nickname of the vampires who knew that Rollin had more than five territories that a vampire had raided alone and passed the obtained information to the Consilium.

I was acutely aware of every inch between us, the way our shoulders almost touched but didn’t. I broke first. “How did you end up as a mercenary?” I asked, voice quieter than I meant. “Like, is there a… training program? Or did you just decide to freelance?” He shrugged, looking up at the sky as if the answer might float down from the ether. “Where I’m from, power is everything. You don’t survive as a weakling. So I trained young, and once I was good enough, figured I might as well make money doing what I’m good at.”

He was not in the Violet Manor, where he had friends everywhere to help him. At the thought of this, Xiao Chen was worried. Yesterday, he heard Yang Qing said that there were mercenaries in many places in Wastelands. Some of them worked for money. Some of them were outlaws, and some of them were retired from some major forces. The fighting capacity of these people was very high. As long as they could afford the money, they would be absolutely loyal. If they wanted to build their own forces, there would be a need to use these mercenaries in the early stage. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen paced back and forth in the yard. In the past, he never worried about money, but now he was in Wastelands

Hyun Ra is ten years old, she was born quite late. The mercenary never remembers his birthday, but he knows that his age is around seventeen. Yes, the mercenary is still a grown-up teenage boy before he even took the path to kill people for money. He could only sigh, he wished he could grow up faster to support his younger sister and be more reliable than before. He decided to relax in the cabin by cooking, the man fancy healthy foods even if he lives a mercenary. “Okay, what to cook,” he thought to himself.