Fairy Tail Mercphobia Novels & Stories

Mercedes wouldn't let me. I'm stood right in front of her slinky curved body, giving her daggers. "Why the fuck do you think you're welcome here?" I roar, my hands on my hips. Mercedes just smirks, that's it. I lose all sense of calm and normalcy. I swing my arm and slap her hard in the face, the sound echoing around the room. "Not gonna stop me bitch. I got a whole load of rogues outside ready for my order! You're dead. All they want is you. They're blood thirsty and aching to taste you!" She cackles loudly.

I whisper to Bellamy, and he crouches in front of me, pulling the blankets tighter around my shoulders. Not many people know that I’m still half human. And that means I’m still weaker than the average vampire. Bellamy seems to have caught on to that. “No, princess. He’s usually much worse. He’s only ever soft for her only,” he replies, and I gulp. Watching Kaziel makes me understand what grief-induced rage looks like. His eyes are closed. He almost looks like he’s praying. But he’s trembling so hard. Suddenly, Danika’s back arches and blood oozes from her nose. Terror washes over me, fresh tears welling up in my eyes. Oh no… we are losing her.

This situation is suffocating me! "Go, daughter... we'll talk again later." I ran out of there as fast as I could, I was literally out of breath, my body was aching and nothing made sense. My head was spinning with a thousand thoughts, and a thousand possibilities, and my feelings were confused. I couldn't stop crying, my eyes were watering and my mouth was dry with despair. Then Mirella appeared in the garden to give me the final stab she had been hoping to give me for so many years. Don't get me wrong, she is not the villain here, but I still felt this hostility, which was one more reason for her to hate me.

He turns his chair around now, finally looking at me, and there’s something in his expression that makes my chest feel like it’s caving in. “Good,” he says again, slower this time like he’s making sure I understand. “Let them atrophy. Let everything stop working. I don’t care.” “You don’t mean that.” “Don’t tell me what I mean.” His voice drops lower, edged with something dangerous. “You don’t know anything about me. You’ve been here less than a week and you think you can walk in and fix everything with your exercises and your breakfast trays and your goddamn curtains.” “I’m not trying to fix you.”

“My employees are off-limits. You started this when your shark grabbed one of my people in broad daylight on the street. I was simply returning the favor and buying out her father's debt. It was business.” Scarfo drops the theatrical act. He sits up straight, setting his glass down onto the table. His tone drops into a low, menacing rasp. “What is it about that whore, huh?” he asks. My blood instantly turns to pure fire. Every muscle in my body locks up. Beneath the table, my hands curl into tight fists, the scabs on my knuckles tearing open with the force of my grip. It takes everything in my power to keep my face completely blank.

– as he dragged her to the frame where a huge glass cube was settled, he pushed me in and locked me in the cage. He called some of his minions and put tons of mouse inside the cage, as she looked at him with horrified eyes, she is Monophobia (extreme fear of mice and rate), she can see his lips curved in a creepy smile, as those little monster were crippling onto her legs. She was creaming inside, trying to get rid of those but how she can, she was caged inside a glass box with lots of around her.

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.

Love was supposed to be something else, wasn't it? "Lucy... I do still want you. God, I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you; I have since I was fifteen, but you can't love me, not after what I've done to you. I turned you into a slut, a sex toy, something for me to use and abuse at my leisure. I made you walk to my house wearing no panties so you could beg me to fuck you. How could you love someone who's done that to you? I should change you back to the way you were, make you forget the whole thing. Maybe then I could have you and deserve you." He felt miserable, ashamed of everything he had done in the time since he had discovered his powers. This made Lucy's reaction to his spe

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

"I heard about the rival gangs and talked to the police, but they wouldn't give me anything. Then Mr. Jeffers rejected me, despite this story being a front-page one, and when I got home that night…I-I took one look at the picture of Darick and knew I had to pursue the story. There was something about his eyes that—" "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Darick? We’re going by first names now?" "I-I know, I know. I wa stupid to go after a mafia king, alone, no doubt. But Darick is not like most mafia lords. He's—" "A vampire,” she finished for me. I froze. Wait, she knew? I shouldn’t be surprised given she had been kidnapped by Amon, and was bitten, but still, I thought that maybe she’d forgotten and that I wou