Blood Meridian Novels & Stories

To me, he was just a liability with a stuffy-nosed son. "Blackwood, stay behind the floor," I commanded, not looking at him. I turned back to the guard. I didn't reach for my dagger. I reached for the small, medical-grade vial I had hidden in my blazer—the one containing the silver-mercury blood I had harvested from the Council Justiciar back at the distillery. I tossed it at the guard's feet. "Council marrow," I said, my voice a razor-thin flatline. "High-purity. More valuable than a scrap of my skin. Open the gate."

Insane. The mercury sizzles on his skin, boiling his blood and he grits. "An exposure for you, young dragon: a traumatic being gains phobia from what traumatised them. Benders couldn't possibly have discovered by themselves that the cave produces a strange kind of mercury much less that it boils, weakens and ages our blood cells." "We are here, my Lord." The driver calls out. My brows come close. I don't understand that riddle. There's a factual meaning behind it, but it confuses more than it exposes my mind.

I hated that we hadn’t removed his body yet, but I didn’t want to disturb the crime scene and any chance of finding evidence. Magenta nearly closed her eyes, as if seeing images that weren’t there. “The victim and Dane were fighting over something, whether or not to....” She looked into my eyes. “Betray you.” She walked slowly around the table. “They argued, and Dane pushed him hard, not realizing his strength.” Her head snapped up. “He’s not a shifter. He’s a Lycan.”

Waking up from days of unconsciousness without any memory of what happened in the present was way creepy and painful. ‘It’s worse when you get close to the Hunters,’ he observed and gave her a little push of his magical ability that soothed her nonetheless. ‘Being exposed to that level of evil — having to get close enough to touch it — is what brings on your migraines and the nosebleeds.’

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.

He finally asked me, pointing at my father, and I sighed. "Yet to figure it out," I said, and just then, Margret was wheeled in, unconscious. "What is the matter?" I asked the doctor that brought her in. "She has silver in her system like the king, and she has lost a lot of blood." the doctor said to me, rushing to sort things out quickly and stabilise my father's mate.

“Um… hang on.” “What is it?” “I’ve never seen this kind of ammunition before,” he replied. He grabbed some pliers from his stack of tools. With some effort, he managed to pry one of the bullets apart. A silver liquid spilled out onto the wooden table and every lycan in the room froze. Ned stepped in and touched the substance. “Is that…?” Ned nodded. “Mercury.”

He could feel the Warden awakening, ready to assist, ready to strike. And then he spoke, loud and commanding: “I choose… both!” The entity recoiled, molten eyes wide, tendrils flailing. “Impossible… no mortal can merge… no… no!” Riven slammed the crown key to the ground. Energy exploded in a dome of blue light, ripping through the molten shadow. The Vault trembled violently. Fire and debris rained down, but the blue light held steady, pulsing rhythmically, merging Riven’s will with Meridian itself.

"I want to do it. Please give me the honor. I simply want to be Maverick's father." I gave Grandma Cassidy a helpless look. She shook her head and said I loved to overthink the smallest things. "I'll think about it." Harrison brought up the question of Meridian. "Meridian isn't something we erase because we caught a few people," Grandma Cassidy said. "They've existed for centuries and survived by spreading through different thrones, building connections, recruiting people who can operate without drawing attention. They leave pieces of themselves everywhere. Winning doesn't mean Meridian disappears."