Black Mercy Novels & Stories

Her lifeless, badly burnt body sat motionless, her sacrifice etched into the crimson-stained floor. Around her, the pack stood in solemn silence, their grief palpable. Alpha Mercimer stood in the center, his hands shaking in rage. He stared at Alpha Zane, who stood near him unmoving, his face unreadable. “What now?” Alpha Mercimer growled, his voice laced with anger and sorrow. Alpha Zane grunted, “The Black Order who brought this upon us will pay.” He said through gritted teeth. He spun around and met the wolf's shocked face. They haven’t heard the truth about Delta Vicky’s betrayal, and now she’s dead—burnt by a fire, they have no idea where it originated.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Tears now dripping on her cheeks and she wiped it away. "Let me tell you something" she continued. "Mira is an elemental Badblood. Elemental Badbloods are those who can harness and manipulate the forces of nature. Make use of the fire, the earth below, the water, those who can summon the wind, those who can manipulate the plants and those who can command the animals. But fire, wind , and water elementals are rare. There are also Badblood who can transform into animals, some have super strength, some can fly, some have the power of sight and knowledge, and many more. But the powerful of all Badbloods are the Inkur. Those who were given the power of life and death, those who draw power from th

It’s been only days that they left but he’s getting anxious because of not getting any news or update from them. A man with spiked hair and emo makeup speaks up, “Nothing, boss. It seems like they disappeared into thin air.” He boringly look on his nails and continues, “If I am the one you sent there, Black Dragon will be dead in a blink. Bacchus and his team are useless.” The other members of the gang nervously look at Hercules gauging his reaction to the man’s comment. The team he sent to Korea is the best team that they have.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

They had survived too many close calls to end like this, shot down like a dog on a dark dock. “Fuck! Fuck!!” Marcus gritted his teeth, his jaw locking tight. “Leo!” He called out again as he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, a cold promise settling deep in his chest. "I am going to kill every single one of you," Marcus whispered, his voice deadly quiet. "Every single one." He did not have time to dwell on his grief. Two mercenaries in black tactical gear stepped out from behind a stack of rusted shipping containers. They carried heavy rifles and moved with perfect, military discipline. They did not look like local mobsters. They looked like ghosts in the dark.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

"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?"

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.