Genji X Mercy Novels & Stories

" I am sorry for what happened to your mate. He is a brave warrior who stood by his Alpha when there was an attack. I promise you that he will not die here and he will soon be in good shape." The woman couldn't help but sob filled with hope. Mercedes pulled her into her arms and comforted her by gently rubbing her back. Once she was done comforting the woman, she stood beside her mate and pulled out a dagger out of her pocket. She slit her palm and everyone in the room gasped. They were shocked by the scene unfolding before them. Before giving her blood to the woman's mate, she turned to her. " My blood can heal. It's a blessing of my ancestors. Can I give him some?" Mercedes asked.

She must see something in my expression because she reaches out to me, nearly touching the silver, "Listen to me, Vuko. Mercy is the gift of the strong. You are the stronger. Please remember that!" Frey's eyelids flutter and my heart sinks. How can I not want to avenge him? Or her? Or any of the others? It's impossible! What kind of werewolf would I be to have mercy on Abir after this? I love my mother. But ... "Please, Vuko," she says. "Only remember." There is a tentative shout behind me, so I close my eyes again and I let myself feel the power of my rage as I mindlink.

Jeremy swiftly delivered a decisive punch, sending the man crashing to the ground. The remaining men, witnessing their comrade's defeat, faltered in fear. Jeremy's unwavering gaze promised no mercy, compelling them to retreat without a second thought. Jeremy approached Melissa, who remained curled up on the ground, trembling and sobbing. He extended a gentle hand towards her shoulder, but she recoiled instinctively, pleading with him not to touch her. Jeremy's heart ached for her, understanding the depth of her fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help," Jeremy reassured her, his voice filled with compassion.

he answered without hesitation. Thank God for small miracles as the elevator stopped and a Goddess got on. It killed the conversation between Amber and Leo. This Goddess worked in the fetish room. And she was one freaky bitch. She had milky white skin that she purposely had denied herself going out in the daylight to for years to achieve. Her hair was dyed jet black. She had on nothing but black ropes draped across her body to cover her naughty bits. She always wore red contacts and would legit bite willing marks and suck the blood from their wounds. She called herself Mercy. Mercy also had her fangs in tonight. She gave Leo a predatory smile and ran her tongue over her fangs. He shifted a b

Then she narrowed her beautiful fox eyes and chuckled: "You can rest assured that you don't need Miao Cao. You will be fine after you have been coated with medicine." "Will it affect my future actions?" Mary Kinson shook her head. "That's good." Zero one nodded slowly. Mary Kinson continued to encourage him to speak: "Where do these mercenaries come from, do you know?" Zero-one said dryly: "Their teeth have been pulled out, and their fingerprints have been worn off. They are old enemies of Edmend Black." Then, he closed his eyes. Mary Kinson doesn't know what to say. Zero One is like a robot. After talking for a few words, all the topics are ended in one sentence.

Jacob nods and runs off, grabbing a slightly delirious and exhausted Hunter by the arm as they fall out of sight, swallowed by darkness. But Mercy is suddenly beside me, clutching the sleeve of my shirt. She swallows so hard I wonder if she’s trying to choke back a sob as she asks, “How is she?” She looks up at me with eyes identical to her father’s. She and Aviva look so different, but that look… that sheltered look that hides the mass of roiling, conflicting emotions, is the same. “She’s adjusting.”

The battle against Vex has reached a new level, and we were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The night had fallen, shrouding the world in a deep, impenetrable darkness. The moon and stars were hidden from sight, as if the cosmos itself understood the gravity of our mission. Gathered in our hidden sanctuary beneath the ancient oak tree, were my extraordinary friends – Xei, Gin, Shi, and Birsha – each with their unique abilities, and now, my future husband. We are united by an unbreakable bond and a common purpose: to find our missing friend, Mer, and rescue her from the sinister grasp of a group known to be associated with Vex named the Shadows.

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."

That this isn’t a job—it’s penance, and no matter how cruel he is or how hard this gets, I deserve every second of it? I can’t. So I slip into my own head instead, let the silence stretch while Renee waits on the other end. Because I owe him this. The very least I can do is not give up on him the way everyone else has. Because seeing it on the news was one thing, but witnessing what it actually did to him, seeing him suffer every single day, knowing my family caused all of it—I can’t walk away from that. I won’t. “Cass? You still there?”

Grace cut her off firmly. Mercy swallowed hard. Her gaze slid back to the triplets, lingering on Adan. He was busy on his phone, but as if sensing her stare, his frown deepened. His cold eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto hers. Mercy’s heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head away quickly and typed a message to her team with trembling fingers: “A big problem may be coming for both the businesses and the mafia worlds.” Then she scrolled down and sent another text to a different contact.