Genji X Mercy Novels & Stories

“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.

(Major Serena) “Yeah..it’s .. “.(Green Mohawk Mercenary) Her smiles made the Mercenary guards fell for a moment.But as he relief that the Major were about to let him go, instead he was stuck right across the jaw with the handle of the Desert Eagle, knocking him out cold.

‘My only wish is for you to take good care of this pack, be good to them and I promise, they will be loyal to you if you are loyal to them’ when that thought came to mind it was like a bulldozer, crushing the walls that the demon had built to block them. As soon as there was an opening Carl forced a shift, it was the most painful one Collin had ever had, even his first shift was not as painful as this one. Sounds of bones cracking sounded in the air and Mercy let go and moved back. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, today she will be meeting Carl for the first time as her normal self and not Mercia.

“They offered it to her. Isn’t that right?” I can feel the anger radiating off of him in waves, the disgust and contempt he has for Mercy, for me. “Mercy took the deal,” I say, my voice ringing with finality. “And I’m backing her on it.” The room explodes, Guillermo surging to his feet, his face twisting with rage. “I always knew that bitch would be the end of us!” he snarls, his words like a slap to the face. “She’s weak and pathetic. And you’re just as bad for letting her—”

"You are home, Mercy." The girl's eyes locked onto him. Through the bloodline frequency, Jack felt her consciousness probe his, testing, analyzing, searching for deception with the paranoid precision of someone who had been lied to by entities that wrote the concept of lying. "You feel like the blood," Mercy said slowly. "But different. Warm. Not like the Creditors. Not like Father." "Your father sold you. I am buying you back." Mercy stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then something cracked behind those ancient eyes, a fissure in three hundred years of fortress walls, and a single tear rolled down her translucent cheek.