Mercedes Morr Novels & Stories

Samantha were a cheerful mermaid and because of her stubbornness, Alenna once imprisoned her for using her power which is harmful for herself. She has the only power that can destroy two worlds. That is the human world and their whole kingdom of Arcticus. She is also able to animate and command anything and anyone under the ocean just by using her mind only. This could not be known by anyone within their kingdom because of the danger that the queen sister of her long-deceased mother might pose to her. Alenna, Wamus and Lilo needs to keep Samantha from discovering her other abilities especially her true origins. Because it would be a great threat to all of them and may leads the entire kingdo

I told Devon everything that I saw when I was inside the cabinet. I know it might sound weird to him but I understand even me, I found it weird too but I saw what I saw. I also told him that the girl’s name is Cassandra and she is not dead but I am not yet sure about that, because I just saw someone take her away from the burning car and that’s it. That’s the end of my vision. Devon is silently listening to me while driving back home. He didn’t have any reaction to all that I said. I don’t know, maybe he is too focused on driving me, while I am facing the window while telling him everything about what I saw. I feel so tired and I feel so down right now like I have an emotional need after eve

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

Humming along with the sound coming from the music box from the locket that’s laying down peacefully on a velvet pillow on a finely crafted case sheltering the meticulously made locket, besides it was a necklace with a key pendant. The wind howls and caresses her body, a black curtain of hair sways along with the wind as the soft and warm rays of the sun touch her delicate skin. “There you are, I have been looking for you.” Morrigan whisked her gaze to the voice that caught her attention. Their eyes looked at her, clad in black and barefoot on the grass. Shaking their head as they walk closer to her. She smiled timidly, but it did not reach her eyes. Her smile was guarded. “The sun is rather

A woman's voice cut through the chaos, cold and amused. "How touching. The rejected mate still cares." Everyone turned. A figure stood in the doorway—elegant and severe, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that were an unsettling violet. Exactly like mine. "Who are you?" Alexei demanded, moving to stand protectively near me. "I am Morvanna Ashwood." The woman glided forward with inhuman grace. "And I am here to collect what belongs to me." Kieran's screams had subsided to ragged breathing. The marks were fading now, sinking back beneath his skin, but he looked half-dead. Damon and his warriors helped him to his feet.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“Have you?" “Hell no!” Mercedes exclaimed, her face morphing into disgust. “Of course not. Never. I have a moral code, okay? And I will never go for a friend's man. I have friend ethics, and I'll stick to them until I die. Besides, the hot jocks aren't my type. The girls can die for them for all I care.” Candy leaned back slightly, completely interested. "Oh! You have a type?” Mercedes shrugged and replied, "Well, don't you?"

Jackson Maddox stepped out of the elevator into a space that felt less like architecture and more like a stage someone had dressed for a specific purpose. Morgana Prescott stood beside a black Mercedes sedan, hands visible, posture relaxed in the way that suggested she had nothing to fear from this meeting. She wore a dark suit that probably cost more than most people earned in a month, her blonde hair pulled back severely enough to make her face look carved rather than arranged. When she looked at Jackson, her eyes held the particular quality of someone who had stopped pretending to feel things they did not. "You came alone," she said. Not a question.

Rebecca Morrison, dead at twenty-eight from organ failure. Jennifer Morrison, dead at thirty-one from autoimmune complications. Michelle Morrison, dead at twenty-six from kidney failure. And now Lily Morrison, slowly dying of mysterious symptoms that doctors can't properly diagnose. The pattern is clear once you know what to look for. Alex finds wealthy women, marries them, isolates them, then kills them slowly in ways that look like natural deaths. He's been doing it for over a decade, moving from state to state, changing his identity slightly each time to avoid detection.

she murmured. "Please introduce yourselves," says Mrs. Mondragon. "My name is Julia C. Fuentes." Mrs. Mondragon did not ask further because she had given notice that these two had a problem remembering things. "Please take your seat." She pointed to the empty seat in front. "Come here, Hijo." "Joshua Maximus Fritz." He did not wait but sat beside Julia. He rolled his eyes and