The Mercenary Novels & Stories

His cock twitched. He couldn't stop it. He saw the sandy-haired man's grin widen, saw his eyes drop to watch. “Name's Manuel. Corporal Manuel.” He jerked a thumb toward the scarred man behind him. “That's Bill; he doesn't talk much. And the sergeant — well, you already know Sergeant Scorpion, don't you?” Moon did. He'd met Sergeant Scorpion on his first day, standing at attention while those black eyes had scraped over him like a blade. The same eyes were looking at him now.

" Jealousy burned in Bianca's eyes. She felt extremely resentful over the fact that Dad treated me so well while Gloria constantly beat and berated her ever since she was a child. Dad immediately transferred 100 million dollars into my account after I hung up. Bianca burst into laughter and exclaimed, "We've got the money now, Anna, so it's time for you to die!" I struggled wildly, but I couldn't free myself from my bindings. My limbs were tightly bound, and I could only helplessly shake my head. "Didn't you promise not to hurt me? I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bianca was clearly enjoying the way I was begging her for mercy. A fierce glint flickered in her eyes before she drove t

Will was an eccentric man, I'd like to believe that he was humble but I've known him for a while to know that humble is not in Wills vocabulary, no doubt the little money he'd been saving up might be Maybe the size of a dragons treasure, and the contract work he’d no doubt do might end him back in the dungeons or worse dead. Mercenaries, I believe that was the word they used in the shifter society. We never really had a lot of them but there were those shifters who don't fit in society, the ones who were a bit broken on the inside and couldn’t became slightly savage, they were full of bloodlust, most of them were soldiers or warriors of war that couldn’t escapes the thrill of the battlefield

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.

It was the stance of an elite combatant—primed to draw and put down a target in under a second. Declan hadn't come for a friendly neighborly visit. His eyes were cold, probing, and deeply calculating. "Miss Pierce," Declan's deep, level voice cut through the intercom grille with crystal clarity. "I know you're standing behind that steel plate with a shotgun leveled at my chest." Astrid didn't lower her weapon. Her eyes stayed locked on him, registering every micro-tell in his posture. In her previous life, Astrid had heard Declan Mercer's name whispered among elite mercenary circles. A former special operations commander who had cut ties with the military to live off-grid. When civilization

When I offered to accompany her, expecting her to wait safely inside her armored sedan while her private security team handled the breach, she simply reached into her console, pulled out a compact tactical sidearm, checked the chamber with practiced, silent efficiency, and stepped out into the freezing storm. The warehouse was half-drowned in shadow when we breached the side entry, the heavy steel doors hanging slightly off their tracks. The bitter mountain wind howled through the open bay, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of cold grease and shattered glass. Three men in unmarked heavy tactical coats were systematically hauling sealed crates of trauma-grade antibiotics and blood plasma

In his right hand rested his greatsword, its tip scraping the stone paving with a slow, lethal rhythm. We approached the last mercenary still alive. He was a broad, filthy grey-furred brute from the Crimson Horde, a band of packless outcasts who sold their fangs to the highest bidder across the southern borderlands. He knelt in the ice, his arms bound behind him with rune-etched iron chains that smoked against his skin. His nose was broken and he spat dark clots onto the melting snow. General Varek stepped forward and gave a crisp military nod.

I was a disgraced asset, a failed mercenary who had been outmaneuvered by a woman everyone thought was dead. They thought I was finished. They thought without Harrison’s shadow network or Lucian’s endless corporate coffers, I would simply crawl back to Europe and vanish. They failed to understand one fundamental rule of survival: when the lions are tearing each other apart over the carcass of an empire, the jackal takes the whole territory. "The signatures are verified, Mr. Vance Clair," my corporate counsel said, stepping up to the mahogany desk and sliding a heavy, leather bound dossier across the blotter.

"They’ve been trying for weeks. I’m still here." "I can feel them," Rangga said, his skin beginning to glow again, a vibrant, terrifying azure. "They’re not just soldiers. They’re mercenaries. They don't have a conscience, Arung. They have a contract. They won't stop until they’re dead or we are." "Then I guess we better get to work," Arung whispered. He leaned over the edge of the boulder, took a breath, and fired a single, calculated shot.

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.