Black Mercy Novels & Stories

And that was his first mistake. --- Adrian sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear. “It’s time.” The voice on the other end was cold, calculating. “Are you sure?” Adrian’s gaze darkened. “Mercer is making his move. We need to make ours.” A pause. Then, “Understood. Consider it done.” Adrian hung up, his fingers tightening around the phone. If Mercer wanted a war, he was about to get one. And Adrian Blackwood never lost. ---

“I ran his face through every legal database…Italy, Russia, the U.S. Nothing came up. It’s like the dude’s a ghost.” “Well, I hope there’s a but coming,” I said coldly. “And for your sake, you’re a ghost hunter.” Fear flickered in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… so I hacked into the black market security network. He’s called The Dead. Weird, right?” “The Dead?” I repeated. Was he fucking serious? “Wait… he’s…” My voice trailed off as the realization hit. “He’s a mercenary,” Ryan finished. “Or more precisely… the head of a mercenary gang.”

“But I need insurance.” Leila frowned. “And you think Adrian is that insurance?” Mercer’s gaze darkened. “I believe Adrian Blackwell is the only one powerful enough to confront Langston.” Adrian remained stoic, but Leila noticed the change in his expression—the tightening of his jaw, the flicker of something unfathomable in his eyes. Then, before anyone could speak again— A gunshot echoed. Leila barely had time to comprehend before Mercer collapsed, blood seeping into the ground.

Mercer smiled faintly. “No.” He glanced toward Richard. “We killed people because weak men panicked after making profitable decisions.” The sheer absence of humanity in his voice chilled the entire room. Daniel looked deeply offended on a spiritual level. “I officially prefer the previous villain.” Mercer ignored him. His attention remained entirely on Aria now. “The drive, please.” Aria’s fingers tightened instinctively around it. “No.” Mercer sighed softly. “I was hoping intelligence ran in the family.” Then his gaze shifted toward Ethan’s blood-soaked side.

Now that was the perfect candidate for Avenge. Her eyes opened with a snap. He had the means. He had the motive? What should stop him from being her father's blackmailer?!

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

I knelt, begging for forgiveness. Who would've thought that I would, one day, deceive myself like this? Soon enough, I realized Adrian was my last lifeline. The lawsuit demanded enormous resources. I poured nearly half of Thompson Group into it. Everyone said I'd gone mad—even more so than Harry. I no longer cared. The bone marrow compatibility results and the reply from the research facility arrived at the same time. I arranged for Adrian to meet me. He knew exactly why I was there. He took the report. Before leaving, he flashed me a mocking smile.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

It was a face I thought I would never see again, a face that was supposed to be gone forever. My expression darkened, "What is she doing here?" I demanded, pointing towards the figure. "Is she the one who's been blackmailing you?" Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion, "Blackmailing me? I never mentioned anything about blackmail." "Alexander, baby." She cooed, her eyes fixed on me as she walked towards me. "Don't you dare! Do not come close to me." I bellowed as I aimed the gun squarely at her.

Joe’s voice turned sharp, tinged with frustration. “What? Amy, are you seriously thinking of breaking up with the brat?” James was at a loss for words. “Ames, aren’t I the love of your life? How could you even think about breaking up with me?” Mia, standing awkwardly to the side, flushed red with embarrassment. “Amy, what are you even talking about? Who are you accusing here?” She pointed a finger at me, her expression twisted as if I’d wronged her beyond reason.