Fairy Tail Mercphobia Novels & Stories

Magical, most likely, though I knew so little of magic, I had no idea if merfolk were more or less prevalent than werewolves. I wished Veronica was here. “Are the other children treating yours well?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am,” I said. I didn’t know her name, but felt she was worthy of some type of honorific. “Thank you, ma’am.” “Good,” the mysterious merfolk said. “That poor child of yours is haunted by darkness. I had worried that the cause was linked to you, but I can see now that I was mistaken in that regard.” I blinked, surprised by the admission. Then I was surprised a second time but the implication.

He would kill her then; Mercy was sure of it. “Master hates things that smell sweet and all that. He also hates flowers and plants. He would rather play with bugs and all that than be among flowers.” Ambrosia reminded Mercy of what she was already thinking. They made it to the packhouse but Mercy was no longer in the mood, she wanted to turn back and go back home. If only she could but she didn’t want to disappoint Lucia, her mind was all over the place, she wanted to be home and talk to Collin about this.

I asked. He chuckled. The vibration went through me. "Much better." He pulled me closer. "We aren't going to attack," he said all of a sudden. I paused. "What?" "I called off the strike," he said. "Jax is pissed. The pack is confused. But we're staying put." "Why?" I asked. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. He looked up at me. "Because you were right," My breath hitched. "About what?" "Mercy," he said. "The Silverfangs... they fight with hate. If we fight with hate, we become them. I saw Merek... or whatever that was. He didn't fight me. He just stood there."

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

She could barely look behind her after being locked within her lover’s tight embrace. Levi the Envious was the first one to snap from the shellshock state. Cackling like a lunatic as he held his stomach, he pointed at the big baby behind Maleficent. “The fuck, Damon the Prideful? Where’s the effin pride from that? Dude, you got to learn to live by your name.” Merlin the necromancer elbowed Levi the Envious when the latter was too oblivious from the piercing glare of Maleficent the Glutton.

I asked, unable to control my curiosity any more. Mercy scrunched up her face at the reminder of the demon, and a shudder passed through her body. “Nasty fellow! I would never forget him,” she said with a lost look on her face. I felt my heart go out to her, seeing her traumatized look. Even though she had acted unaffected, I could tell that the experience had left a lasting impression on her. I could only hope that she would get over it soon.

This was an unwelcome issue but not a surprise. Sophia Floria was my best friend. She was a fairy with purple mage magic who I’d met at the small elementary school my territory had. The other wolves in my territory had bullied her for being different, with her silver hair and her purple eyes. I’d stood up for Sophia and the rest was history.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

A huge splash soaked me. His ear fins flared wide, and his eyes burned with a mix of anger and fear. Those were signs that a merfolk was extremely upset or scared. "I don't like being touched," he said coldly through the communicator. That night, I opened the customer service chat again. "How do you handle the returned merfolk?" "Ma'am, merfolk that are sold don't get resold. They're usually broken down into ocean fertilizer." Watching the monitor, I saw Lance swimming elegantly. He was playing with a ball, looking perfectly content.