Genji Mercy Novels & Stories

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

Chapter 82 - A Legend Yenari remained silent as he listened to their stories, a silver eyed wolf, though indeed Georgia’s eyes were strikingly silver, they could still be mistaken. But Yenari had already heard it from her and Tehani before, the statements that Georgia made, the sins she had committed, the guilt that she was carrying to the point that she even regretted having a second chance at life. Despite all these, Yenari did not confirm or deny anything to the Le Roma merchants, instead, he just simply tilted his head slightly, encouraging the merchant to continue.

After few minutes of training, Mrs Smith came to address everybody, both newly assigned assassinators and special ones (old members) "Good morning, everyone!" "Good morning, ma'am!" They replied bowing down. "Without wasting much of our time, I will go straight to the point. My son, Justin, of which all of you know had an accident and is suffering amnesia now will be staying here. He had little memory of this place and so it isn't a familiar environment to him especially in his condition right now. So I took it upon myself to come here and inform you all personally to treat him well and respect him… have I made myself clear?!" She said sharply.

Charles and Sierra—the so-called obedient children of mine—kept their heads lowered with inscrutable expressions, making it impossible to guess what they were pondering in their minds. In that instant, the injustices I had endured in my past life rushed over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my palms until they bled. I completely ignored the pain as I tried to force down the overwhelming resentment in my heart.

The broadsword catches the harsh glare of the overhead floodlights, gleaming with a fierce, silver authority as he channels his fully restored alpha power into a devastating shockwave that knocks the frontline vanguard violently off their feet. "Go!" he roars, his voice cutting through the pandemonium like rolling thunder as he pivots to meet the first wave of charging mercenaries with a sweeping, defensive arc of heavy steel that shatters their improvised shields. I sprint toward the high scaffolding of the main steam-generator, using my agility to dodge the incoming crossbow bolts raining down from above, my boots clanging rhythmically against the metal rungs as I haul myself upward into t

Sasha instantly said with a catch in her throat, "It's all my fault. Don't blame Gary. I'll mend your dress for you." Then, she picked up a needle, about to start sewing. Before she barely started, she pricked her finger. A bright red bead of blood welled up instantly. Gary immediately shoved me aside. My waist slammed into the edge of a table, and I fell heavily onto the floor, the pain so intense I couldn't even stand. Meanwhile, Gary carefully held Sasha's finger and brought it to his lips, gently sucking away the blood. Sasha looked at him with tears in her eyes, saying, "Gary, I'm so useless. I can't even do something so simple."

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

“After that, Mercy refused to pay me. She abandoned me like I was trash. Then she hired someone else. Someone worse. Someone I hope you never meet.” I looked back at him. “They call him Ghost. He’s deadly. Cold. And not just in action. He’s the kind of man who drinks blood before a job. A real monster. He never leaves a witness behind.” His jaw tightened. I could tell he was trying to control his anger. “I know this is hard to believe,” I added. “But if you want proof… I’ll take you to her. To Diana. She’s safe. I made sure of that.”

"The things I said... about you being a boy with a doll... they were the only weapons I had to reach you. I’m sorry, Jinyan. I’m so sorry I had to hurt you to save you." Jinyan’s hand, the one not fused to the rock, came up to cup the back of my head. His touch was frantic, his fingers digging into my scalp as if he were trying to memorize the shape of my skull before his vision went dark. The silver mercury beneath his skin was hot—burning hot—but I didn't pull away. The amber fluid was in our chests now. It was harder to breathe, the viscosity of the liquid resisting the movement of my lungs.

“We will leave right now.” “Alright!” said Jermaine, putting his cards away. As soon as he packed all his cards, a line of bullets suddenly flew towards him. Jermaine reacted swiftly, dodging all the bullets. The other mercenaries immediately pinned the person who fired those shots to the ground and took his gun away from him. “You motherf*cker, are you trying to die?” The other mercenaries were angrily scolding the guy, and Jermaine had a frown on his face. Meanwhile, there were veins popping out on Stormbringer’s forehead.