Black Mercy Novels & Stories

Then, in a split second, dozens of black shadows started to lunge at the soldiers like a thunderstorm at night. I saw in astonishment that the group of merfolk were actually disemboweled saplings! Black goo was streaming out of their empty bellies where there wasn’t a single organ to be seen, and their split stomachs were simply dragged along the floor. They certainly looked like vengeful zombies who had just crawled out of hell.

Demitri's tone was lethal. "Um, he is huge... black, his eyes were dark amber... I think closer to crimson red. That's all I can remember." "Was there anyone around the place aside from you?" "No. I was alone, I guess..." "All right. Rest first. I'll be back shortly," he said and before I could react, he was already out of the chamber. Contrary to what I said earlier that I can manage myself, I actually feel very weak. So intead of sneaking out, I just sat on the bed and recalled every detail of what happened.

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

The two teams entered the big hall at the same time, and as expected, Mercy is already on seat. She's the opposite of her name though... A tall slender woman in her early fifties, wearing a flowing black gown and a tanned fur coat... Flashy make-up, red lips. She looks witchy for real, and a slow smile took over her lips when he saw the two teams. There are five big black bags on the table, containing drugs. Madden took his seat in front of her, and Igor did the same on the second chair. "I'll only release the goods for the team that has the bodyguard who killed Stravinsky." Mercy said sternly.

MIRA There he is. On the first page. He wears a black suit with a black shirt and gold accessories. He has a pair of black shades on, like he’s captured by the paparazzi as he walks away with his bodyguards. I gasp softly, touching my lips as I read through it. Jackson Meliś. Heir of the Meliś Enterprise under strict investigation for fraud and scam. A paragraph reads, “he takes from the poor to enlarge his own pocket.”

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

She sent one taunting message after another. Late at night, a video that was nearly an hour long popped up on Henley's phone. Despite having a feeling that she might not want to see it, she tapped to open it regardless. The filthy contents of the video polluted her eyes. Lewd, intimate sounds drilled into her ears. In a low voice, Kevin called Serena's name again and again. Henley knew all too well that was how he sounded whenever he was brimming with lust and desire. She turned off the video. The pain she had barely suppressed surged violently again in her stomach. Cold sweat soaked through her hair, yet she never made a sound.

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

Why should I show her any mercy? "Who do you think you are, anyway, offering to get back together with me? I'm not interested in dating someone I've already broken up with, especially someone as trashy as you!" I took out my phone, intending to call the police, after saying that. "If you don't leave me alone right now, I'll call the police to report you for harassment, Christian." Christian shot me a few resentful looks, then turned and left in frustration. It was a month later when the SAT results were finally released, and my parents threw a banquet to celebrate my university admission. I had actually secured a spot at Harvelund through early admission back in my freshman year, even though

He keeps his head bowed, the harsh fluorescent glare of the room catching the scarred plating of his shoulder armor as he takes a slow, deliberate breath. He reveals that the rogue army has completely abandoned Dawn Mercer after learning of his plan to destroy the entire province with dark magic. The confession hangs heavily in the chilled air, exposing the rot at the core of the syndicate's leadership and the terrifying realization that Mercer's madness had finally crossed a line his own mercenaries refused to follow.