Undying Mercenaries Book Order Novelas e Histórias

They fell silent when I approached. Sera gestured to the table. “Tell us what you see.” I hesitated. “I don’t have all the information.” “Neither do we,” she said. “Speak anyway.” I studied the map, the passes, the trade routes, the neutral lands. My eyes traced paths instinctively now, patterns forming without conscious thought. “The mercenaries weren’t here for territory,” I said slowly. “They were testing response time. Numbers. Command structure.” “And why us?” Varek asked.

The army of the Lycaon order and the Rogue Nation. His plan to employ mercenaries biting the dust his best alternative were the cleverly placed silver and wolfsbane coated traps down the side of the hill. From afar they all seemed like multiple moving dots with two from each side approaching each other. The Betas from both sides on their way to see if they could meet a compromise as per code of war. Jeremy reached the boarder first waiting a bit for Krystal the white haired Beta whom was fast approaching. "I never thought this day would come by so fast!" Krystal said his smile of satisfaction genuine.

But as I entered, she straightened, her sharp eyes flicking toward me. “We need to talk,” she murmured, voice low, as the others filed out. Within moments, the chamber emptied, save for Marrow, Renly at the door, and me. Marrow motioned me closer. She slid a small leather ledger across the table. The cover was plain and worn, with a faint sigil burned into the corner — the crescent fang of the Nightfang mercenaries. “What is this?” I asked softly. Marrow’s mouth tightened. “A ledger. Payments. Coded drops to mercenary bands we thought disbanded years ago.”

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

They had the resources, the contacts, and according to rumor the means to move people past the Citadel wall. The closer he got, the worse the world looked. Charred metal. Burned-out trucks. Scorched pavement. Bones half-buried in the ash. He found them near sundown. Three mercenaries sat around a barrel fire inside a crumbling fueling station. Their rifles leaned against the wall beside them. One cleaned a blade. Another lit something wrapped in foil. The third watched the road. Tunde stepped into the open. Hands visible. No sudden moves. One of them stood. “Don’t move.”

Seeing the wretched appearance of that shaman, this group of mercenaries couldn’t help but laugh. “What era is this? There are still stupid fools practicing self-inflicted methods like this Tame Head Spell? What are they practicing it for? To perform acrobatics?” “Muahahaha.” That bunch of mercenaries could not help but laugh. Amid their mockery, one of the mercenaries took out a real drone and flew it into the air. “The accuracy of the information posted on the darknet depends on whether Tyr’s group is inside this village. “When all of those people added up, they are worth billions of bounty. So if we can take them down successfully, then we don’t have to worry about money for the rest of o

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Neither man answered immediately. "Everyone in the underworld knows the Crimson Order." Nikolai finally said, “A group of mercenaries.” A chill crawled down my spine. “They don’t exactly care about the politics of the underworld or anything like that,” Sergei said, “They work for whoever pays them.” My stomach twisted. "So, anyone could have hired them?" I asked, "Exactly." Nikolai turned toward Sergei. "I need a name." Sergei nodded. "I'm working on it." He said, “The moment I find this out, you will be the first to know.”