Novel & Cerita The Strange Adventure Of A Broke Mercenary

“That’s why I’m still alive.” I walk closer, sizing him up. Broad shoulders, faded tattoos across his arms. His clothes smell of old blood and gunpowder. A mercenary. One of the infamous ones whispered about in packs. Hunters who kill anything supernatural for the right price. “You’re late,” I say, my voice sharp. “And you’re desperate,” he replies, leaning back. “Desperate men pay better.” My claws twitch at my sides, but I force them to retract. I can’t kill him. Not yet. “Do you even know who I am?”

My mate destroyed my pack and killed my parents. All for a human girl. I passed out from the pain, only to wake up on the day I discovered his betrayal. The chill of the silver cage seeped into my bones, the runes of black magic burning on my parents’ skin. I remembered Julian’s icy gaze. He looked at my parents like they were ants. I had knelt and begged, only to have him personally push my pack into hell. That suffocating, soul-tearing pain…

Half-dressed men stumbled out of their tents, fumbling for weapons in the pitch black, only to find themselves surrounded, outmaneuvered, and staring down the barrel of an absolute tactical masterclass. Within minutes, the mercenary unit—broken, leaderless, and realizing they had been utterly outplayed—began tossing their sidearms into the snow. The council’s last, desperate gambit had been thoroughly and decisively crushed.

How I cried all the way to my house wasn’t new to me, I have a cursed ability of breaking down at every little interval and this wasn’t new to me. I stepped out of the car, wiping my tear-streaked face, trying to gather myself before facing my family. I couldn’t bear the thought of them knowing what had just happened to me. Taking a deep breath, I glanced back at Ethan, ready to thank him. He only gave a slight nod before turning to head back to his car. But before I could say a word, a deafening boom shook the air, sending me stumbling backward. I fell hard onto the ground, my eyes widening in horror as flames and smoke began to engulf the mansion before me.

Cautiously, the servant pushed the door open to peek inside. Kaden lay unconscious on the carpet, his breathing shallow. The servant immediately called the pack's healer and rushed him to the infirmary. Judy and Dave aged dramatically in under a month. They stayed close outside the emergency room, looking like they were about to pass out. Unfortunately, the healer had to be the bearer of bad news. "Alpha Kaden collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. On top of that, he's struggling with the severe aftermath of the broken mate bond. While these symptoms aren't life-threatening, he's experiencing significant mental distress and is at high risk of self-harm if not addressed."

Jessica's P.O.V I first met Lucas five years ago. He was patrolling the pack’s borders, and I was in a fierce battle with three rogue werewolves. They tried to rob me, and I had no choice but to end the fight swiftly. Although they attempted to corner me with a coordinated attack, I couldn’t back down. I had to protect myself and my friends. Fortunately, a tall, strong man joined the fight soon after. Together, we managed to subdue the rogue werewolves.

“Miss?” The police chief’s voice rang in her head, disrupting her thoughts. Avery shook her head, dismissing any thoughts of revealing her kidnap. She couldn’t believe she was already having thoughts of revealing the identity of someone who did nothing against her. Although she was upset that she was taken against her wishes, Avery knew better than to tread recklessly. She had no idea what the stranger was capable of and seeing that the mercenaries seemed to be working for him, who could say he probably did not have an army of trained vampires, working for him as well.

Frustrated and desperate, I grabbed onto his hand as he turned to leave. Suddenly, the rogue wolf’s eyes glazed over, and he growled low in his throat. I could see the bloodlust taking over him, and I knew I was in trouble. Before I could react, he sank his teeth into my arm. I let out a muffled scream, my body writhing in pain. The rogue wolf seemed to be lost in his frenzy, unable to control his hunger. I could feel the warmth of my blood flowing out of the wound, staining my clothes and the floor of the cell. The pain was excruciating, and I felt myself slipping away into darkness.

"Let's start processing the body. We should be able to grind the bones and process it into something else too." "Yes, sir." Everyone started working. The mercenary group consisted of many kinds of people and many kinds of races. They were all outcasts, and the Blood God Mercenary Troupe was the only organization they could join. "Hey, sir! We're two weeks away from big cities. The meat will get bad the moment we arrive somewhere we can sell it at a reasonable price," a big, muscular man said. Helena recognized the man as the only Lycan in the group. He had a weird and dangerous vibe but was tame towards the Leader.

One of them reached for a gun, thinking on shooting me, but the other grabbed his arm. “Let's shoot him." He shouted. "No!” He barked. "We need him alive if not we won't get paid!" ‘Mercenaries.’ I thought. So someone had hired them. I took advantage of the distraction and used my claws to slash across his throat. The last one tried to run but I caught him by the neck. He thrashed his body, his legs kicking as he struggled in my grip and his hands clawing at my wrist. “Start talking,” I growled. “If you want to leave here alive.”