Mercedes Morr Novels & Stories

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.

until I remember my one limiting factor. ​I couldn't take care of the store not being able to read; I couldn't manage the register if I couldn't see the letters or figures on the buttons. I couldn't organize the records if I couldn't read their names. Just as quickly as the joy had pooled inside of me, it drained out as the smile slipped from my lips. ​"I can't," I say, not able to hide my own disappointment. "I um, I lost a large portion of my eyesight seven months ago... I can't work in a store without being able to see."

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

Becky touched my arm. “Yes, of course,” I lied through my teeth. “What were you saying about your great aunt, Elaine?” “Madame Meredith Long is one of the oldest white witches alive. She is the only one I know capable of detecting an imposter correctly. If Desmond is an incubus with some special ability, then she is the only one who can confirm,” Elaine answered. “Is she still practicing at eighty? She must not be able to travel a lot, so when can we leave to meet her? Or perhaps we can call her?”

If anybody ever stands in my way then I'll cut them off, I don't care who it is. Bohden lifted her veil and I finally got to see her face. I was shocked. She was a famous celebrity, Avyanna Lark! She is very talented, I'm actually a big fan of hers compared to the rest of those stupid humans. But when it comes to something that I love…I draw a line. Even if she used to amuse me with her acting she still can't change my mind, I'm going to kill her and that's final. I hated everything about her now, especially the way Bohden looked at her. I hated that so much, I was jealous! He never looked at me with such emotions before, I envied her. Bohden treated her like she was the only thing that he c

Why did she leave her alive to undergo all the suffering? She had the urge to destroy. Destroy anything that came her way. She wanted to kill someone. But who was she? Did she even have the right to express how she felt? A lonely omega. A slave. What right did she deserve to have love and a family? … After Lily dealt with Maya, she went to her mom's room. "Have you dealt with that bitch?" Melissa asked. "Yes, mom. I think it was quite a blow to her." Lily said, sounding like she was really sorry.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

he breathes reverently. Sorrell and I both sit up straight in surprise, “A Goddess?” I ask, “Was it Morrtemis?” He shakes his head, “She never said her name, but I could feel the power coming from her and knew what she was, but I felt no connection to her, so I knew she couldn’t have been Morrtemis. She was incredibly tall, taller than me, with long wavey hair as golden as the sun. I’ve never seen hair so gold, and she had these piercing silver eyes. She didn’t say anything, she just walked over, placed her hand on my chest and I watched as this… black ink was pulled from my body and absorbed by her. When she was done, it was like a weight was lifted from my body and this haze I’d been livin