Teenage Mercenary Novels & Stories

My twin brother Sebastion, Lola, who is the herbalist, and Merrick, a Mercenary, sat scattered around the table. "Can you tell me about one of your assassin missions?" He was practically pawing at me, begging to tell him something. "Listen kid, your lucky you didn't live a life like mine. Why don't you try enjoying yours while you still have it." I growled. Pouting he sat down next to Merrick. Merrick laughed at him, patting him on the back. He was an old mercenary. Normally smelt of stale alcohol and tobacco. White wispy hair that was slicked back. Five o 'clock shadow, pale blue eyes. Always wore his white button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and revealing gash marks down his chest. He

(Green mohawk hair Mercenary) The mercenaries were mocking all the vendor that were armed with mostly cleaver and hooks. “..you degenerate bastard!…Aeternum is generous enough to let you in and let you enjoy the peace and wealth…yet you repaid the kindness with contempt and devious act!!…We the lowly one?!….No!!..We are AETERNUMS!!!!..WE ARE FREE MAN!!!…and no one will ever look us like we were nothing ever again!!…No one…that’s means not even you guys!!…AARRGHHH!..”. (Old Mento)

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

He betrayed me and even though he knew how dangerous I was, he still had the effrontery to visit my lair. The uproar of my fellow members jolted me back to reality. "Everyone! Cheers to the Lord of the house, Zeus!" I chuckled as my group of six happily clapped their glasses of beers against each other. This is what one gets when you choose to have your lair be a bar in disguise. The mornings up to the early nights were for humans while the deep nights were for us werewolves. We were called the Hunter Mercenaries, a group of skilled werewolf mercenaries led by me. Some of us here were wanted and some were new recruits to replace our fallen. Simon for starters. There he was, his young stature

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

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.

"While I might be a new designer, but I'm not desperate to the point of selling my mechs to pirates." "Now hold on for a sec, Ves." Marcella held out her hand. "It's actually not a pirate we're selling our mechs to. The intermediary is a familiar face around Bentheim. He's serving as an agent for some of the shadier mercenary corps, but he has a good reputation in so far that he doesn't deal with gangs with active bounties on their heads.

"What's goin' on Shane?" "Adrianna told me this morning that she wasn't liking school because of the guy that visits her." I can feel Austin tense up beside me and Torque stands from his chair. Torque has never been one for fighting, he does what he must for his club, but much like Miles, we have tested him in the field often enough to know he can handle himself. He's young, only twenty-three but has been on his own since he was fifteen. Max found him a few years ago on the streets. He was popular because of his ability to hack into any surveillance or computer, but never used what he could do to hurt anyone. To us, that's all we needed to know to make him one of us. I've never heard his sto

And the owner of the faction they side with could offer a great reward for them to do something for them, but usually other than protecting the faction they’re living in during crisis or doing some favor for the faction head when asked or enticing with the reward, these lazy bum wouldn’t do anything to tire themself. “Hey, do you know anything about this expedition?” One of the guests' experts asked the mercenary who was standing near him. “No, Just heard that someone in the south had stirred some shit up and we need to fix it. As for the details? fuck it, It should be the usual of finding the problem then, killing the problem and getting our paycheck.” The mercenary answered boringly. “I mu

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”