These Are The Plunderers Novels & Stories

“They’re attacking us. They’ve killed a lot of our men and they’re coming towards us.” “Who are they?” Ryker asked, feeling tensed. “I don’t know. They don’t look like rogues. They look like they’re from the packs. We tried to fight them off, but there are too many of them, and they’re killing everything in their path.” He replied. Immediately, I knew who they were. “It’s the bounty hunters. They’re here for us. You need to let us go now.” I begged them. “Drax, say something.” I kicked Drax. He looked up, slowly. His eyes were still blood-red.

Panthera raised his head in agreement and looked to one of his men, who instantly reached for his gun, aiming for Snow Fenner’s head. Leopard Mercenary Corps was the largest mercenary group globally and is also the most formidable in the area. When it came time to split the money, they would definitely receive a larger share. “No.” Finally, Lily Zimmerman, who had recovered from her fear, rushed over in a panic. She stared at the people present, her gaze pleading as she spluttered, “What are you doing? Have you mistaken her for someone else? “She’s just an actress who’s reserved and has never offended anyone. Why do you want to kill her?”

General Kyan may be putting a risky bet on this but he trusted Emery that she could manage to pull it off. “An ambush is one of the most effective ways to make the enemies surrender. A scout just came to a while back and pinpointed the camp where the enemies’ general is currently fighting. Lead the platoon there and ambush them this night. Killing their general will surely weaken their side so I trust you on that mission.”

He could see greed in the young members’ faces — not for gold but for power. “Second,” Theodore continued, “we will use the wolves the Moon cannot refuse: mercenaries and hands shaped by shadow. For years, I bound debts to men who live between packs — traders, escaped captives, and craftsmen outcast for their skill. They owe me favors now. Their loyalty is cheap and mine to spend. We will hire three detachments: one to plant doubt, one to steal, and one to strike when the moment comes.” “Three detachments,” Merek repeated. “From where?”

Quirin Fucking Jasper is attacking my pack. Again. When is this asshole going to realize that he can’t defeat me. This time, he must have gotten some friends to help him, but they aren’t the scrappy fighters that my warriors and I are. Other than me, my pack is made up solely of rogues, the misfits that the other packs kicked out. Okay, yeah, some of them are dangerous and I have to keep them in line, but they’re deadly, and Jasper needs to learn that no amount of money is worth your life.

Once again, marauders have struck one of the counties. At the phrase "marauders," I stiffened. These were not your typical bandits; rather, they were much more dangerous and ferocious animals that tore through villages mercilessly, acting like a pack of wild animals. Their raids had been more regular and well-planned lately. It didn't take long to make the connection and understand that their independent job was ended. Someone was holding the strings, possibly even King Sylvester's adversaries. Sims said, "We leave now," without waiting for an answer.

The hunters, those shadowy figures who had shattered her world, were an insatiable hunger that gnawed at the edges of her peace, their pursuit a relentless tide that threatened to drown her. They were a hydra, she often thought, a monstrous entity with a thousand heads, each one driven by a different vice or delusion, yet all united by a single, burning purpose: to find her. Some were mere mercenaries, their souls as tarnished as the coins they craved, their loyalty bought and sold with brutal efficiency. They moved through the forests with a practiced disregard for the natural world, their heavy boots crushing ancient ferns, their careless fires scarring the earth. They were predictable in

"Hunters of the Silver Moon." "Read the rest," Theo commanded. Mia’s eyes scanned the text. "A mercenary organization specializing in the 'collection' of anomalous werewolves. Unlike traditional hunters who kill for sport, the Silver Moon seeks out rare bloodlines, Seers, high-speed hybrids, and those with unique auras. These individuals are captured and sold to the highest-ranking Great Packs to be used as tools of war."

Too many. My intel had been wrong. This was not a scout mission, this was a raid. I could count at least fifteen? No, thirty? Too many to count. Emerging from the dunes were thirty hulking figures, lips curled back while sharp teeth got out growls and snarls. Rogues - wanderers who rejected the rules of their packs were here. Their fur was filled with dust, eyes wild with bloodlust.