Teenage Mercenary Novels & Stories

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

Jessica raised her head and glanced at Roger floating in the air, then lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her clothes in embarrassment. Mercenaries... ??? Roger raised his eyebrows, with countless question marks on his head. Looking underage to become a mercenary? He even wondered if he had time-traveled into a certain two-dimensional mobile game. Apart from the two-dimensional world... how could such a young minor be allowed to work as a mercenary? And, as you can see, he is indeed shy and blushes easily. Just talking to herself, the little girl Jessica kept blushing and did not dare to look directly into her eyes.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

I was already there, my boot coming down hard on his fingers until the bones popped. He was nothing but a yearling, a black scorpion mark inked crudely behind his ear—the sign of a rogue mercenary. His breath stank of cheap ale, his tunic drenched in sweat. I dropped my knee into his chest, the tip of my blade resting against his eyelid. “Who bought your claws?” I growled. The boy spat blood, his teeth bared in a defiant grin despite the terror in his scent. “Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.”

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

“I swear I’ll have the money by next Friday. I have a new gig lined up—” She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly lowered herself onto the wide leather couch, crossing her long legs. The silk robe parted just enough to reveal a smooth thigh. She didn’t speak for a long moment, letting the silence crush me. When she finally did, her voice was low, smooth, and terrifyingly composed. “Alex Mercer. Twenty-one years old. Computer science student. Broke, irresponsible, and apparently under the impression that I run a charity.” She tilted her head slightly. “I don’t.”

She turned away quickly, and I left after a while. The dead would remain dead, and as for me, I found myself genuinely unable to empathize. When I was young, I'd thought Harry was unapproachable and enigmatic. It turned out I'd held him in too high esteem. Anything involving Carrie was enough to crush him entirely. Over the next five years, I fought valiantly with the other shareholders to gain control of Thompson Group. My methods were ruthless—I knew neither boundaries nor morality. Some said I was born a predator.