Ford Mercury Novels & Stories

“If the Longevity Elixir actually worked, Ziusudra would’ve been the first immortal being in this world.” “That thing seems mysterious and all, but it’s just mercury. To put it bluntly, it’s quicksilver, a material found in thermometers. It’s just black because of the poor purification technology during ancient times.” Tyson looked mystified. Since Harvey already said so, Tyson had no reason to doubt him. If Hector found out that he had bought mercury for fifteen billion dollars, who knew how he would feel? As Harvey and Tyson continued talking, the auction continued. However, nothing caught the people’s eyes.

I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables. I walked up to the silver-coated cement receptionist desk where I was greeted by a beautiful smiling red head with gorgeous pine green eyes. She took down my name and then proceeded to lead me through to the gold-toned elevators, that stood out all on their own next to the matte black ones. These lead straight to the office of CEO Liam Harrington. And that is where I was going.

"Target... target identified. Unknown entity. Threat level... uncalculated." I didn't waste breath trying to remind him who I was. I had fifty seconds before the sector I was standing in became a null-value. I slammed my palm onto the terminal’s glass. The Mercury Lines on my wrists—those thin, geometric gold runes that usually felt like a cold weight—ignited. It wasn't just heat; it was a stinging, white-hot needles-under-the-skin burn. The ancient mercury code beneath the floorboards responded, surging up through the server racks in a series of heavy, metallic thuds.

Meredith walked out of her parents' house to the drive that connected the garage to the street about half an acre from the house. Behind her new white four-door BMW M3 was a smooth grey Mercedes coupe with a black convertible top. Meredith had not ever seen a Mercedes like that before.

ASHER. "Oh, my fucking god!" Mercury yelled as she stared at the car and the scratches on it. The kid stood about a foot away, looking the most terrified I'd ever seen anyone. He'd gone pale with the thoughts of the things that were going to happen to him. The car was a ridiculously expensive one. From my point of view, this was one of the most unfortunate things to happen to anyone. She shot her head up after going around the car, examining every dent and every streak that had been altered by the poor kid's bike. Mercury looked at me, then at the kid.

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.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

Giant glass cylinders filled with silver liquid lined the walls, and the floor was a grid of copper and obsidian. "This is where the first 001 was created," Sora whispered to me as we walked. "Long before your mother became Queen. Your father, Arthur, and a team of 'Deep-Alphas' found a vein of pure Void-mercury under the seabed. They thought they could use it to power the world. But the mercury had its own ideas." "What ideas?" I asked, looking at a cylinder that contained what looked like a human heart made of silver.