The Recruit Novels & Stories

The forge was calling, bending every flame in the valley toward it, torches, campfires, even the sparks at my fingertips, all twisting unnaturally, drawn to the ritual circle at its heart. “Now!” Riven shouted, his voice a blade through the tension. He charged, leading the strike team, Vayrek and a handful of recruits, straight into Kaden’s outer line. Steel clashed, screams rising as the recruits met the soldiers head-on. Vera and Thea led their flank, driving into the archers, their axes and swords a whirlwind of fury. The recruits fought with desperate courage, their spears thrusting, their shouts mingling with the enemy’s cu

I stuttered. “Very well, then. We’ll provide you with costumes, but you’ll need to cover the cost. You’re up tonight, and I want to see what you’ve got.” He turned to the other girls. “Only five of you are chosen for this job. The rest will need to head home and work on their bodies. Follow me, Ome… Miss…” “I’m Karla,” I stated. “Well, then, Karla, let’s glam you up and get you on that stage.”

He was placing a recruit in a position even I would have to report to? What. The. Actual. Fuck?

“Excuse me?” “No CV, no references, and you walk in like you own the place. Don’t worry, I’ve seen your type.” He stood, walked around his desk. “You'll be here for ten days. That’s all. Do your part, stay out of trouble, and don’t flirt with the staff. Understood?” “Yes... sir.” He pointed to a small desk at the back. “You'll report to Linda. My secretary and supervisor will oversee you. You’re nothing here, so don’t act like you are.”

And. Mr. Babe? Should I puke right now? She's just an HR Manager and not Neal's special someone. So, why call him Babe? Eww. This is probably what ate Buba meant. Biatrice. Biatch-rice. It fits her. I really thought she was good and that what ate Buba said were all just rumors but I was wrong. She's an enemy.

However, the Alpha who requested my presence was surprisingly not around. “Hi! I am pleased to meet the Promised Wolf, The Valor of Maribojoc, and the first female of the North. Aside from your big accomplishments, I must admit that this red hair and those blue eyes of yours are what I most anticipate for this meeting. Gracing the Muck with your beauty and brilliance, we are forever grateful, I am Veronica Singh,” the Luna of the Muck introduced herself and extended her hands for the handshake.

The words landed harder than any threat. Lyra felt the ground tilt beneath her feet. Recruiting meant leverage. Means long games. Means wars she hadn’t planned for. “Recruit me for what?” she asked. The man smiled faintly. “A conflict Ronan Crowe doesn’t even know he’s losing.” From the wall, Tyler watched Lyra stand alone among strangers, heart pounding so hard he tasted iron. This wasn’t an ambush. It was an offer. And offers were far more dangerous than blades. Because if Lyra accepted—

I bite on my lip for s while not sure about what to do here… not just anyone can have my number I'm pretty sure about that. But then again I believe Derek would have brought it up or mentioned it to me but nothing at all … now she claims to be a recruit as well, no liar would come up so plain and silly knowing well I'll suspect the whole drama. "It's let her in, she's a recruit" Trevor says, raising his gaze from the phone.. "I out a call through and noodles couple , I discovered you'll love the comfort if the new home but then again you'd have to be bored, knowing you loved company I had her brought here for you"

"But if there's one thing you need, one thing that you have to give a damn about, it's this. You need bodies. People to go on missions. Is that right?" The commanding officer seems a little stirred up at Drifter's words. He pulls his head back. "That's what I am," Drifter says. "That's what we are. We're warm bodies. We're--" Drifter stops for a minute and turns to me. He winks his eyes. "A soldier's favorite word is recruitment," Drifter says. "Well, consider us temporary recruits." "Temporary recruits," the officer repeats. "Yes. Temporary recruits. We're just here to grab some extra supplies and then get out, and in order to get those supplies, we need to do something. Right? So what's th

Upon seeing them, the neighbors standing before the Pollard family's door quickly parted, making way for them. "Recruit Camp 071 welcomes Shirley Pollard to the camp."