Fairy Tail Mercphobia Novels & Stories

He smugged. I growled, knowing he was right. Pushing him harder this time, I tried to peel the image of my mind. But it was hard to. I imagined Athina in front of me and washing her hair, a sweet hum drawing from her plump lips and her eyes closed softly. I hadn't even known this girl for a whole day but she had already permanently fixtured herself in my brain. The mate bond was definitely taking its effects. A part of me hated it, but the other part of me had already drowned in the thoughts of the beautiful little human girl.

Chapter Damon's pov The words didn't make sense. They floated in the air between us like foreign objects, refusing to fit into the reality we were in. "That's..." I started. "Impossible," Milo finished. "Although there has been little to no evidence of a male omega, that doesn't make it in any way believable daphne, please come up with another story.” “I am absolutely sure…” “Fuck your sureness…,” Milo snapped, suddenly, eyss flashing purple for a few second.his face contorted in shock and ci fusion afterwards.

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

His eyes narrow at me, and as he slowly reaches for the pistol in my slumped hands. "That's enough." He says so softly and calmly that I nearly miss it. I frown, still struggling to stand on my weak legs which were probably jelly by now. His arm doesn't leave my waist though. "Why?" I croak weakly, "I don't want blood on your hands." I stiffen at the mention of blood. I don't know if he's ever noticed how much I panic when I see it. Yep, I have phobia for blood due to past traumatic events.

Mom asked. Wasn't she supposed to be comforting me? "Spread? It's all over the pack. I've been disgraced! People have been saying things about me having a selfish sister." Marcy stared to cry and mom hugged her, glaring at me. "That was insensitive of you, Mercy! How could you do tha to your sister? She would never do that to you." Men scolded me. "Are you blaming me? I didn't pick Eke to be my mate! And I'm glad that we no longer have a future. He's a terrible person." I scoffed.

Third Person's POV "Does it ever get embarrassing? Dragging yourself here every time when everyone knows your mate doesn't even see you?" Felicity stepped closer, her maids shadowing her like vultures. Her voice went from acid to a low, jagged taunt. "Don't blame me for being blunt, Sera. I just hate seeing a mediocre she-wolf like you waste her youth on a contract that's already a corpse. Mortimer is an Alpha—you know exactly what kind of man he is. You can charm him all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you're a ghost in this territory."

"Suggest one for me." They got to a brown wall and Jenny placed the card at a particular spot on the wall. Instantly the wall opened revealing an elevator. Jenny punched a button on the elevator, and the door of the elevator opened. They both entered, the elevator door closing immediately. "You already have one...The Merc" Jenny replied. The elevator went down at a steady speed. "The Merc... it doesn't sound cool to me..How about Fighting tiger" Abel said. Jenny laughed out. "Fighting tiger?? That's lame dude. The Merc sounds dope to me. The whole Organization calls you the Merc."

They would know about her and not just speculate on what might be going on. Felix stood tall and seriously in front of his subjects. All of their murmurs stopped in recognition of his presence. He beckoned a scared Mercedes to come out from behind him. She was not used to so many eyes on her, much less Werewolf eyes. She wished that the earth could open up and swallow her whole. Mercedes felt so embarrassed and inferior to their supernatural superiority. She was at their mercy. She imagined all of them turning off her and attacking her and having a feast. A horrific thing to imagine. She shook her head to get it straight and stop imagining nonsense. Once she was by his side, he began talking

“Mother, please. Now you’re just being silly.” “It’s the truth! She has witch blood. Her mother was a witch. She…” “Silence,” Magnus said. He turned to Mercy. “Mercy, is this true?” he asked her. “Are you and enchantress.” Mercy lifted her chin and shook her head. “No, your highness. I am not an enchantress. I’m a wolf, through and through.” “LIAR!” Sephora hollered, but Magnus cut her off.