Teenage Mercenary Novels & Stories

Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

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

“And you? Did you have a choice to, uh, join this brotherhood?” “It was the only choice I made for myself. I was forced into the lifestyle at a young age. A few of us were given the opportunity to venture out because of an alliance with a powerful Alpha Prince.” He didn’t say any more, and I was curious, but the tone in his voice told me he wasn’t accepting questions. “What is your job title exactly?” “Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.”

“Done to you? You kissed me and begged me to stay. Then you woke up and called it a mistake. Whom do you think you are?” Something quickly flashed past his eyes, one she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't paying attention to his experience. Was that guilt? “I was trying to protect you,” he replied, firmly. “Protection from what? Last I remember, I was on my own before you came with this werewolf and mate concept that I sincerely find weird, yet still accepted. You took me from my home against my wish, begged me to stay with you, a total stranger and now calling it a mistake even offering money like I'm worthless just because you are what? A billionaire?” pent up tears of frustration flowed

If possible, she wanted an orphan without a family yet. Nexus seemed to understand what Ashley was worried about. He said, “Relax. He retired because of his employment issue.” “Mercenaries have employment issues?” Ashley thought Mercenaries were private groups that were hired by big shots to do the shady stuff. Nexus deadpanned. “He killed his previous employer.” Ashley choked from the champagne she was drinking, followed by her coughing fit. “Find another one! You want me to become his next target?”

A third mercenary approaches Ali, bowing slightly out of respect. Mercenary Three (In Modern Arabic): Trucks are coming up the hill, Commander. What should we do with the sick girl? The mercenary gestures to where Sashawna hoists the smaller girl into her arms, now wearing the black hoodie. She whispers affirmations to the girl. Yet, her troubled gaze finds Ali's. Ali Batam (In Modern Arabic): Leave her. He rolls his eyes, then turns to walk back to the Humvee. The two mercenaries turn, and Ali nods to the three posted around the vehicle. The third opens the door and he ducks inside.

My claws stretch out and I find my target. His soft fleshy neck is ripped out before I land back on the ground. I shift back and howl towards the sky. My savage animal instincts are in complete control. I spin around and laugh at the 7 shaking men that are left. How Alpha Leif thought his men would ever over power the top paid mercenaries in the world is beyond me. Two of the men left are deserters of Silver Tail. I immediately approach them and rip their throats out just like I promised.

Visibly annoyed by the fact that I did not stay close to him, Melz unceremoniously pulled me out of my numb state and led me firmly towards one of the counters where there was a small crowd holding out their hands full of money towards one or other names which appeared on a huge painting nailed against the wall or should I say the sheet metal of one of the numerous containers allowing the creation of a place as isolated but nevertheless clever as the armistice. This guy must really be an asshole to recruit a 15 year old kid into these illegal delusions. I said to myself, watching him unceremoniously push the others, angry at being ousted like this, who quickly calmed down when they recognize

Sky Yale turned out to be very capable of farm work, while the spoiled prince had to resort to working as an accountant in a local shop instead. But his adventurous mind told him despite how their mediocre-paying jobs helped them make ends meet, this wasn’t the life he was after. He could tell that working at the farm every day, with no challenge to face, completely bored Sky Yale to death. That was when he browsed around in the capital, looking at the notice board for any work to do. Then came the day he came across the recruitment scroll. An anonymous employer was hiring two mercenaries for a trip. Coincidentally, the shop was closed early today, so he headed over for a look. If everything