Historias de Mercernaries

Adaptation into english of "La Compagnie du Lys de Sang", my original work already on Wattpad. Earth post-Covid 19. Or a paralel Earth? Doesn't really matter. Humanity evolved. Not necessarily in a good way. And I, dumbass that I am, have decided to tell the story of a Company of mercenaries in the Middle-East. A Company falling into decline. Until that fateful day... Edit: My friend and fan @Chikaras has written "hot" chapters that come in between mine. Well, I call that hot, she calls that smut (which it is). They are well written and fit the story very well, but because my story is for teens and up, I can't include them in the main story. If you find this story on others websites (teenfic not to name it), know that I don't have an account there and that my stories have been stolen by them. Also, don't click on a teenfic link, they'll put malwares on your device. and finally, click here to have teenfic closed: https://www.change.org/p/ivan-yuan-shut-down-teenfic-net

Natalia Peréz, the daughter in a family drowning in lies, and lost love. She craves justice and truth, despite everything around her. Natalia finally decides to put an end to everything.

[18+] + [bxb] *Based on a true story...LOL* Syrus Gibbous, by day, is an elegant, flexible, and phenomenal dancer slash acrobatic that has a distressing past and moves to Starling City for a new start, but by night, Syrus is a menacing icon with a sexually-explicit foul mouth and a knack for getting himself into messy situations as the vigilante alias known as, Kitty Galore. In the renown Starling City, Syrus finds himself intervened with Pretty spoiled rich boys, Gang wars, Annoying reporters, corrupt police officers, A 56-year old sex-deprived hag, A Mercernary bloodfest, an evil diabolical plan lurking behind the shadows, and a hero of this city they call, Seige. A hunk in armor that protects the city by breaking bones and Syrus' back.

2 USECs, a BEAR, and an unwilling Scav Raider find themselves in Remnant following a mission from Peacekeeper gone wrong. Is this liberation from the hell that is Tarkov? Or another layer of it brewing slowly over time? Please bear with the long paragraphs and mistakes in earlier chapters. It's been years since I first began writing this fic out.