Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911. When the ambulance came, I told them he was my cousin. It was the only way they let me stay. At the hospital, he passed out. They said he needed blood. Mine matched. I gave it. I sat there all night, dozing in a plastic chair, my head foggy, my arms heavy. When I woke up… he was gone. No name. No thank you. Nothing. I spent my last dollars trying to save a stranger. And I had no idea— That stranger was going to destroy my whole life.

Mercy, mercy the heavens They scream They shout Why you don't have hands Just mouth Work on this land Mercy is never heard Aloud From anywhere around From nowhere, it surrounds Earth You know it You disable An able man Fit for work You disable him So much He cannot even work Mercy, Mercy the God God is great You told us many days But problems on Earth Didn't end Didn't end tyranny Seen, unseen Heard, unheard What is human worth? Hey Church What is human worth?

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

Sylvia shivered, remembering the name of the mercenaries who stood out in the war—the Mercy Mercenaries—a group of elites on par with the kingdom’s best. ‘Just how strong are they? What more can they do?’ ‘Back then, I only thought about getting an extra piece of meat when I invited them to the inn.’ She lowered her head to hide her grinning face. ‘To think I was in the presence of those so-called monsters. Thank you, whatever power brought me back here.’ Sylvia drew in a breath to relax her shoulders. ‘That’s right. It’s better to return here. It’s better to start again.’

He was the one who could talk you into jumping off a bridge and make you think it was your idea. The Mercer Brothers. Six years. It had been six years since I’d seen them. Since the day of my brother’s funeral, when Silas had looked me in the eye and told me I was poison, that I needed to leave their world before I got killed. They looked... harder. Bigger. The boyish charm was gone, replaced by a ruthless masculinity that made my mouth go dry. They radiated power. Dark, terrifying, seductive power. I should turn around. I should hide. If they saw me, if they saw the "good girl" Ivy in a place like this, wearing a dress like this...

He stopped, the list that was too long, the interventions that were medical and emotional and indistinguishable. The silence that followed was not empty. It was full—of the memory of cardioversion, of the shock that was violence and salvation, of the hand that had held Theo's while Cyrus worked, of the three-way contact that was present even in emergency, especially in emergency. Of the other emergencies, the other restarts, the other threats that had not become disasters because of the structure they had built, the witnessing they practiced, the permanence they maintained.

Diego asked, "What do they say?" "Only the obvious parts" said Marissa, "you were a child the last time Dad saw you so there wasnt really much to tell." Marissa wore like it was summer: mini skirt and a sky blue top. She had a crown over her pale short hair and lazy grey eyes. "He did say that you're just like Aries and Aquarius Aquarius grandmother. Shes a Pnevma too" "Really?" Diego gasped, "Another Pnevma?" "Yes" Marissa giggled, "You thought you're the only one with a Black Spirit inside them?"