The Recruit Novelas e Histórias

All three of us were apprentices who trained in Custodes, and it’s our dream to fight in a battle and give our share of skills, but when I got married, the two of them also stayed behind, waiting for my comeback. “I’ll leave you first to catch up.” I sheepishly looked at Beta Tyson, who was still in front of me. “Thank you.” “Oh, do you happen to know where the recruitment is taking place?” I asked before he left. He looked a little hesitant for a while but then nodded. “It’s on the east side of the main camp.” “Here, have these.” I pushed some MREs to Maise’s and Saige’s side as they sat with me.

Judy’s POV “Alpha Levi, I wasn’t expecting a phone call from you today. What honor do I have for this?” I asked, trying to sound polite though my heart was beating heavily in my chest as I waited with bated breath for him to respond. “I wanted to follow up with you about my offer. It’s been a little over a month since I last spoke to you, and I wanted to let you know that my offer still stands. My Elite Gamma Force in the Night Hawk pack is looking for a new recruit. The position is yours if you want it.”

I shake my head and mutter to myself. “Stop it, Aria.” “This isn’t about him.” I push myself up, then fall back onto the bed a second later. The mattress sinks beneath my weight, and my room is unusually quiet. The silence gives my thoughts far too much space to wander. Needing a distraction, I unlock my phone and begin scrolling. And I see people’s random posts, photos, videos, reels and news. I keep scrolling absentmindedly until a familiar headline suddenly catches my eye. ANNUAL RECRUITMENT FOR THE PACK WORKERS IS NOW OPEN!

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

'Weird,' Atlas murmurs, and I couldn’t agree more. I stare after him for a few seconds before forcing myself to let it go. Settling back onto the sofa, I open my laptop and begin working through my emails before reviewing the latest updates Zach sent over about the Integrated Response Unit. Now that Peak Ridge has finally agreed to pull its weight and accepted the terms, things can finally move forwards. There’s another email from Baxter outlining the Crown’s recruitment drive for the new royal force. The Royal Pack wants every warrior informed about the recruitment drive and given the opportunity to sign up for a two-year term if they want to.

Strength or nothing. He stepped back, crossing his arms, as if he had already written them off. The Headmaster nodded. “Each recruit will receive their first stripe now.” One by one, the boys stepped up to the platform, their names called out loud, the mark sewn onto their uniforms in gold thread, and Serena could hear her pulse get louder with each name. She almost forgot to breathe when her name was called, her pulse pounding in her throat. “Soren Vale of Mooncrest.”

“Keep one alive. The weakest. Allow him to crawl back to the trash pit where he was born and tell others about it.” “And the others?” I approached the closest man—a boy actually. No more than twenty-one possibly. Wide-open eyes. He had snot streaming down his nose. I lowered myself to his level. “Have you fired a gun before?” He shook his head wildly that I feared it might snap. “No, no. I have never, I'm a recruit, I work in tech.” “They employed you?” “Yes, I'm supposed to be at the second club but I was sent here today.”

“There was an unknown number who called you and asked for you right away. They said something like ‘we would like to recruit you for a program. Don’t worry you can get back at him for taking away your lucky-go life.” “Lucky-go? Lucky… go? No, of course not. Give me my phone right away please.” Says Akihiko with determined eyes.

He didn’t even make it to the ninth word. We moved like a single thought. Drayan took his left; I took the right. Malrik moved like the wind that breaks glass. The men he brought down were quick, well-paid, and arrogant. They died with the irritation of someone who’d been interrupted during dinner. When it was over, I stood in the doorway of the recruiter’s house, rain spattered on my boots, breath clouding in the cold. I looked at the recruiter on the floor, mouth open, bleeding out slow. He looked like an animal that had been counted out.

I blocked my nose to stop myself from wheezing or choking. "For fuck sake Zee!" Ashley barked, a deep frown on her face... "For orientation. Or you don't get that, too? Didn't you hear? She's a special recruit. Orders from the Alpha himself." Zita bit back. My eyes danced between the both of them. What was going on? "You're a special recruit?" Ashley asked. I shook my head vehemently, a sign for no. "No. No, I swear, I applied the same way everyone did and I even came for an interview."I tried to make them understand, but Zita scoffed.