Futa Mercy Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

When Derek walked up, the entire crowd came to a halt. Today, we will avenge deaths of Our loved ones , three years after the deaths of My father and Our Nuna. We watched as our homes burned to ashes, as our families burned to ashes, and we couldn't help them, but today the enemies will cry out for forgiveness. He approached my father and lifted his head with his claws. My father was cruel to me, but perhaps it was because I knew he was dying. I screamed and cried for them not to kill him. In fact, he is still my father.

All her focus shifted to the man who watched her so intently, helpless on the floor. “It’s going to be okay,” she crooned to him. The test subjects were dangerous. She’d been warned a hundred times that sometimes the chains that restrained them broke. Mercile Industries had illegally altered human beings with animal genetics somehow, made them stronger than normal humans, and even their appearances had been changed. Testing facility assistants and some doctors had been killed by the people they’d helped create. She’d silently cheered at hearing that news but then, she hated everyone who worked inside the secret facility, performing illegal experiments. Mercile Industries was a drug research

- The day where students do a ritual to get the Fera they are destined for "Igreja dos Deuses"-A temple where the Dea and Deus of Mundo da Fantasia are worshiped "Womb of Feras" - A Basket held by the statue of Dea Natureza, The Goddess of Nature. The Womb of Fera spawns a Fera destined for a Fantasian.

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

“But we must be practical. Milo’s life is slipping away. Minutes matter. If the balm is not administered soon, he will not wake up again.” Mrs. Anderson buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly. Mr. Anderson paced, breathing hard. “What if… what if she chooses not to? What if she refuses? What if her parents do not accept?” Rowan looked him straight in the eye. “Then Milo will die.” The words fell like a death sentence. Mrs. Anderson shook her head in agony. “How can we ask her to give up her humanity?” Merek stepped closer, speaking in a calm, ancient tone. “Understand this: becoming a shifter is not a curse. It is a gift. Strength, speed, a long life, a pack that will protect her alwa

It's won by understanding, and Frostveil understands something most packs forgot. Mercy slows you down. Movement behind us draws my attention. I turn, but can’t keep the snarl from my lips. Justin stands a few feet away. He looks worse than he did yesterday. Dark circles shadow his eyes, he is unshaven, and his shoulders are tight like he’s waiting to be struck. He doesn't approach like someone seeking forgiveness. He approaches like someone reporting for duty. "I know how Frostveil moves,” he whispers. I say nothing. I just stare in his direction. Fern trusts him. She thinks that he is redeemable, but I don’t know if I can trust him. Not after everything he has done.

“My family abandoned me first when my father sold me into marriage.” “You are ungrateful! I was going to marry you to a wealthy man who would have given you a good life if you had not whored yourself out before your wedding!” “You could at least welcome her back, Hubert.” The weak plea came from Maja whose eyes were still closed. She rolled her head to the side and looked through heavy lids at Penny and smiled. “You have grown so beautiful, darling. You maintained the blonde I see, it suits you.”

Lucas panted as his feet pounded the treadmill below him, as he pushed himself, ignoring his aching muscles wanting it to hurt. He wanted to feel even a fraction of the pain his mate must be going through now. Not only that, he wanted to destroy everything and anything he could lay his hands on, so large was his anger. However, his office was already suffering from the aftermaths of his rage and since he could barely set a fire to the pack house in his blind rage, he decided to work it out by exercising brutally.