Undying Mercenaries Book Order Novels & Stories

The garrison troops inside the watchtowers didn't even have time to stoke their boilers; they were dragged from the high platforms, their crimson coats torn to rags as the absolute fury of three decades of enslavement broke over them like a tidal wave. Inside the hall, the remaining five mercenaries realized the valley had flipped into a slaughterhouse. They tried to retreat toward the rear exit, but the silver-furred mountain trackers blocked the threshold, their composite bows drawn taut. Five heavy arrows, wrapped in lard-soaked rags, tore through the darkness, striking the exposed neck-seams of the mercenaries' plate armor. The men collapsed in a chaotic pile of dented steel and smoking

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

The night was serene and profound, with the silvery moon shining brightly in the sky and glittering stars complementing it, their light embellishing the black canvas. His Mercedes was parked in a secluded area, away from the road and the sight of onlookers. The car's windows were rolled up, concealing their lustful acts from the outside world. Though a deafening silence was overbearing on the empty road, the sound of their skin slapping filled the back seat of his luxurious car coupled with her stifled cries and his lustful growls.

"What do you mean it wasn't them? Who else has the resources to breach our borders?" "I don't know yet," Aiden replied, his voice trembling slightly with a rare hint of fear. "But the mercenaries confessed to one specific detail before the end. They weren't sent here to steal documents, and they weren't sent here to send a political warning to the pack. Their employers gave them a strict, absolute command. They were here to kill only you... and Lillian. It’s a total execution order for both of you, and whoever wrote that note with the black star is already planning their next strike."

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

They were close now—too close. “We’ve been ordered to capture the Blood-Moon Girl,” one of the mercenaries called out, his voice carrying easily through the thick air. “Come out now, and we’ll make it quick. Resist, and we’ll kill you where you stand.” Sera’s breath caught in her throat. They had been found. There was no escaping this now. Caelum stood up slowly, his wings unfurling with a fluid motion, casting a silver glow across the clearing. He stepped into the open, his gaze locked onto the mercenaries with cold, unwavering focus.

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

Now, she had a general idea of what to do. “James, from what I understand, these mercenaries know that they will be fighting against the Red Flame Army in the Capital. This means that they have no plans of returning alive.” “This is rather problematic.” “They are most certainly risking their lives for money. Before battle breaks out, try demoralizing the mercenaries. Promise them you will reward them with a sum as long as they surrender. Once a few wavers, seize the opportunity and make a breakthrough.” “You’re the Black Dragon. You have seen and experienced many combats. You know what to do.”