The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations Novel Novels & Stories

The walls smelled like smoke and regret. Julian knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. "I know you're in there, Marcus. Open the door." Silence. Then the sound of a window sliding open. "He's running," Damian said. Julian kicked the door. It splintered. He kicked it again. It flew open. The room was empty. The window was open. A fire escape led down to the alley. We ran to the window. Marcus was already on the ground, running toward a car.

The bond between us was deeper than anything I’d imagined possible, like our souls had merged into something greater than the sum of its parts, but it was also draining every ounce of power we possessed. The Rogue King screamed as moonlight ate through his dark defenses like acid through metal, and I felt savage satisfaction watching the creature who’d caused so much pain finally face justice for all his crimes. He’d kidnapped children and murdered innocent people and turned the dead into weapons against the living, and now he was learning what it felt like to be helpless while someone else decided his fate. “This isn’t over!” he shrieked as his pale skin began to blacken and crack. “Others

I suddenly opened my eyes. The call was from Rick. "Rick, have you got the wrong number?" "No, Mindy..." Rick sobbed. "I remember everything..." "I regret my decision. After you jumped off the building, Mom and Dad told me everything..." I was shocked. "What do you mean?" "On 25th August, in the fire..." 25th August was the day that I jumped off a building in my previous life. Rick kept on crying on the other end of the line.

Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best. ‘Just how strong are they? What more can they do?’ ‘Back then, I only thought about getting an extra piece of meat when I invited them to the inn.’ She lowered her head to hide her grinning face. ‘To think I was in the presence of those so-called monsters. Thank you, whatever power brought me back here.’ Sylvia drew in a breath to relax her shoulders. ‘That’s right. It’s better to return here. It’s better to start again.’

Her handwriting was more rushed, more frantic, the letters pressing together as if she were running out of time. I have discovered the source of the poison. It is being manufactured in a facility hidden in the mountains, funded by a human corporation calling itself "Genesis." They are using wolf blood to create a serum that gives humans extended life. The High Council knows. They are complicit. They are selling our blood for profit. I have documented everything. I have sent copies to a trusted ally. If anything happens to me, Elara must find this journal. She must know the truth. She must stop them.

He commanded the room without raising his voice, his every gesture radiating the absolute security of a ruler whose territory was locked in total alignment. While the campus went about its academic routines, subtle shockwaves from the northern pass were quietly making their way through the continent's higher political circles. The utter destruction of forty heavily armed old-regime mercenaries on the frozen northern road had not gone unnoticed. Regional faction leaders, pack ambassadors, and remnant warlords were scrambling to make sense of the intelligence reports. The mercenaries had gone north expecting an isolated High Alpha and an unprotected omega baseline; instead, the survivors had r

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She announced in a weak tone. She pointed at the half unconscious man that was on the horse and said, “That is the last surviving mercenary. The rest are either dead or imprisoned by Alpha Regan.” She conveyed. Alpha Johan's eyes swelled and could almost pop out of its sockets in any second. His mind was filled with many thoughts. But the one that he felt the most was rage. He couldn't believe the mercenaries had failed. Especially when he had beat his chest for them. He could only imagine how Nick must be looking at him because he couldn't bring himself to look at his face.

I moved through the undergrowth, my shadow stretched long and grotesque by the dying embers of the moon. I was a broken version of the man who had sat in that study hours ago. The tailored suit was ruined, stained with blood and mud; the composure was shattered, replaced by a cold, jagged obsession. I was the heir, I told myself, clutching the silver pistol. I was the one who had built this. The world would not tell me I was a mistake. I heard them before I saw them. The heavy, rhythmic tramping of combat boots and the faint, low-frequency hum of tactical radios. They were regrouping near the old logging bridge—the remnants of the team I had paid, the mercenaries who had failed to secure the

A squad of mercenaries in black tactical gear and full-face helmets stormed into the theater, their weapons raised, laser sights dancing across the velvet seats. "Target: Sophia Reed. Capture protocol initiated. Non-core brain tissue damage authorized if necessary." Sophia looked toward the single hidden exit at the back of the box, a service door concealed behind a tapestry. Her eyes flashed with the resolve of someone who had nothing left to lose, the fear replaced by a cold, predatory clarity. "You want to catch me?" she whispered to the encroaching shadows, a cruel smile touching her lips. "You’ll have to ask how much this 'masterpiece' has learned about the art of killing."