The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations Novel Novels & Stories

He raised his trembling, corrupted hands, curling his fingers like a puppeteer manipulating invisible strings. The corpses of Vorn and his lieutenants twitched violently. With a series of loud, sickening bone-cracks, their shattered spines snapped straight. Their heads rolled back, their vacant, clouded eyes burning with the same hollow, toxic violet fire that consumed Caleb’s gaze. They stood before him—no longer mutinous mercenaries demanding gold, but mindless, unfeeling flesh-thralls bound directly to his will.

Mercer’s plan was worse than I imagined: he wasn’t just consolidating power; he had already infiltrated financial, political, and corporate systems worldwide, using the legacy’s knowledge to manipulate outcomes to his advantage. Lucian’s voice broke my focus. “We have to act fast. We neutralize his operatives, secure the legacy, and stop him from executing the next phase.” Adrian worked on the control panel, disabling security overrides while Lucian and Cassian held off Mercer’s men. Sparks flew, alarms blared, and the smell of burnt circuitry filled the room. Mercer laughed, moving closer to us. “Do you see? All your careful planning, all your coordination… it only brings you closer to the

I had never seen anyone so shameless before. Wendy nodded and fixed me with a deliberately naive look. "You were the one who yelled at me and hurt my feelings, but I'm still willing to forgive you if you buy me that Chanel handbag, Yvonne." Christian nudged me lightly before I could even respond. "Wendy is being so understanding, so you should just hurry up and agree to it, Yvonne." I felt a dull ache in my chest from the sheer anger.

It didn't sever her hand, it shattered the bones within it. Her scream was a raw, animal thing that clawed at the walls. Leo knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably. "Isabella... please... mercy..." I turned my back on him, a gesture of final dismissal. "Take him," I said to Marco. "Strip him of everything but his name. And dump him on the street. Death is a mercy he hasn't earned. Let him live with what he is." Three days later, the first snow of winter began to fall on the iron gates of the Moretti estate.

I cut him off with my fist, the blow landed on his mouth and his teeth fell to the ground. "If it was in the time of war, just because of an hungry dick, you'll put the life of your King on the line, for that reason, I will take your life." I grabbed him up by his shirt. I could feel my wolf threatening to take over, I allowed him to take control of my hands and eyes, my sharp claws were out, ready to dig into his guts. "Pl.. please have mercy upon me." He begged. I was begging to hate the word, it reallh icks me to hear it all the time from criminals that deserved nothing but death.

Chapter 85 The city had become a labyrinth of anticipation. Rain-soaked streets gleamed under fractured neon, casting distorted reflections across cracked pavement. Every alleyway, every rooftop, every abandoned building held the potential for movement, threat, or opportunity. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever: the mercenaries we had previously disoriented had regrouped, reinforced, and were now orchestrating a full-scale siege, moving in synchronized waves to overwhelm, isolate, and test our team.

The air crackled with a mixture of anticipation, greed, and a touch of remorse. In the shadows, Mammon's plot unfolded like a dark tapestry, each thread woven with deception and betrayal. As the meeting drew to a close, the mercenaries melted into the darkness, their faces masked in determination. The die was cast, and the fate of Asmo and Maria hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of a treacherous abyss.

She turned to them and saw sheer terror on their faces. From their headsets came a cold, robotic voice repeating the same message. “Mission updated. Moon Sterling is the new target. Kill her, and the reward will increase tenfold.” “You…” Moon stumbled back in terror. “The men you hired belong to me now,” I said indifferently. “That’s the power of money. You should understand that better than anyone.” The mercenaries turned their guns on her, their former employer. “No! Please!” Moon completely broke down. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

His eyes slid to me, and my stomach turned to ice. Luca shifted in front of me, shoulders squared, every inch of him screaming boss despite the blood soaking his shirt. “You want her, you go through me.” The mercenary laughed, the sound harsh and empty. “That’s the idea.” Before I could breathe, Nico moved. The alley flashed with steel and blood, the mercenary’s laugh cutting short in a gurgle. The second man barely had time to raise his gun before Luca ripped it from his grip and cracked it across his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks, body limp.

The grey light dimmed, returning the ossuary to the gloom of our single, fallen flashlight. But the damage was done. Vorian’s authority, his ruthless certainty, was shattered. He stood hunched over, trembling, a broken man in a tomb of his own choosing. His mercenaries looked from their broken employer to us, to the bound shadow of a goddess, to the fading echoes of honorable dead. One by one, they lowered their weapons. The fight had gone out of them. It was over. Then, from the service conduit, a new sound. Not the careful tread of mercenaries, but the frantic, heavy, running footsteps of a wolf.