Fairy Tail Mercphobia Novels & Stories

Jeremy's POV “Did you see it?” Denver panicked at the other end of the phone. I was silent for a while, I didn't know what he was talking about. “Jeremy, you need to come home and sort out things. The mafia council will summon you anytime soon. “What?” I had to move to the side because I didn't want Nora to hear our conversation. Mafia council? For what?! I don't have any damn business with those old men.” I snickered.

Little Puffy wanted to run away quickly, after all, it was too dangerous to be with the big boss. "Why are you looking for my wife? I haven't finished asking! You just fooled me, and you haven't answered me yet. What is the purpose of coming here!" Morgan insisted. Little Puffy spread his hands, "Big boss, I have already said that I am a fairy group, a fairy group with magic and mana, why don't you believe it? I dare not lie to you. In fairy group, if I lied, I will lose mana, which is the biggest punishment.”

"No, of course, I do, you know that, why else would I have sent for you first?" "Then sit still and wait for the healing energy to do its work." Once the words had left her mouth Alexander snapped his eyes open to him, staring into the bright gold ones of the Merfairy. Merfairies are so beautiful it's intimidating to look them directly in the eyes but he thought he had seen the most of it until his eyes caught the owner of the voice that had rescued him earlier and his Soulpearl took another turn into the lands of confusion once again. "Can you see?" Tide asked and Nexie rolled her eyes at his stupid question.

I decided. One of the vampires coughed at my endearment for the king, stifling the noise right away. “I’m Mercy,” the female mage volunteered. I shook my head. “Can’t remember that. There’s no mercy in this cut-throat world. You’re Barbie to me.” I nodded at the younger mage sitting next to her, “Fin,” then turned to the older mage who also studied me with academic interest. “And the old gentleman is Smooth.” “Forty-two isn’t that old,” the mage said.

She also just wanted to see him because, despite the fact that he’d triggered whatever happened inside of her to make the tell vision explode, he had a way of making her feel at peace that she didn’t feel when anyone else was around. “All right. Well, if you need anything, I’ll be over at the desk doing some paperwork. We’ve got some supplies to order.” Cleo gave her a bright smile, and Mercy smiled back, but it was obvious Cleo was afraid of her now. Was there anyone else here who was capable of exploding things the way that Mercy just had? The way that everyone was reacting, she had to think that she was the only one. Did anyone else have any sort of powers, other than the ability to shift

Kayne spit blood. Merfie closed her eyes. She was in her mortal appearance now. “The world is round and you will never have what you want because you want it. The prophecy will never be changed, Kayne! If you're trying to steal His Majesty from his mate, then, let me tell you this, you won't succeed and you will fall to the endless fire if you do evil in order to stop the prophecy!” The other man was about to attack Merfie but she murmured her enchantment. “Do rocko el. Do rocko pi! Make him a rock for me!” Her attacker became a rock instantly.

He was wounded and his right shoulder was wrapped in a bandage still bleeding. “Merfoy?” “Rico, he is.” Niffa tried not to show too much of her emotions as she wait for Merfoy to speak up as she felt her body trembling to hope for a piece of positive news. “Rico is fine, I healed him a while ago but he needs to rest. His wounds are too hard for me to heal. Seres’ power had become strong,” Merfoy said with his emotionless face, despite all the wounds he gets he still manage not to show his emotions which keeps his coolness. Niffa observed that she wanted that kind of attitude.

What even made me shocked is I know what to call them, like those fairies, gnomes, centaurs, mermaids etc. ‘By the way, where is Moha? Is he here as well? I am pretty sure we’ve opened our lockers at the same time.’ I uttered in my mind. I started to walk with a task on my mind, which is to find my best friend. Furthermore, I honestly don’t want to be alone anymore. But it looks like I'm destined to live alone. I feel like everyone hates me. It’s not like I have some kind of contagious disease which is a valid reason to get away from me, but that is not possible. I’m stronger than Hercules to beat the illness.

“But—” “Everything is fine now. She’s just having a panic attack, but she will get over it soon,” he answered. John Person frowned. “W-what do you mean?” “Y-you mean, you don’t know anything about her phobia, Captain?” he asked back. He shook his head. “What phobia?” “Meredith suffers from Phonophobia. She has panic attacks when she hears sudden explosions.” “So, that’s the reason why you gave her your earphone?”

she grumbles, shaking out the pelt before laying it on a flat rock with the others to dry in the sun. “You don’t hate her,” I sigh. “I do. She’s so mean. She hit you. We’re not supposed to hit.” I chew my lower lip, thankful my hands are busy skinning the remaining rabbits. Otherwise, I’d be tempted to cup the hand shaped welt on my cheek. “Mercy wants to get married and is jealous that I’m getting married first, is all. She’ll calm down once I’m gone.” “Why is she so mean to you?”