Merciless Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Shocking and stunning every single person in the Are, Especially all the Mercenaries. “Which part of…”don’t move’ and ‘Deadly Force’ that you lot don’t understand?……HMPH!….a bunch of uneducated mercenaries…nothing but a scums…..Hmm~…the round dark badges….a Darkness Guild members…even more unsettling….alright now…you Mohawk, stupid face….who is you employee and who is your boss?…”. (Major Serena)

"Don't get distracted by your phone, dumbass." He picked up the device, feeling no regret at killing one of his kind. The asshole was bad for business and needed to be erased. Killing earthlings led to possible exposure, and even though Kalder played with female humans, he never quite stopped their beating hearts. He'd paralyze them with a whisper of his tentacles—brushing across their soft skin—and hold them captive in the bedroom. And that's where he'd draw the line—leaving them the following morning with no memories of his sweet seductions.

"Iron Howl." Sera’s heart raced. The Iron Howl mercenaries were infamous—vicious, merciless, and loyal only to the highest bidder. They were the Council’s dogs, the ones sent to hunt down anyone who dared oppose their reign. And now, they were coming for them. “They’ll be here any minute,” Sera whispered. “What do we do?” Caelum’s expression was unreadable, but Sera could feel the tension in his posture. He was calculating, weighing their options.

With Sophia settling into life at the compound and the FBI threat behind them, Jenna and Colt finally have a chance at the future they have been building toward. But the past is never truly past in the MC world. When a former member returns with devastating news about a threat the club thought was long dead, Jenna must confront the reality that leading the Devil's Reign MC means the fight is never truly over. Some battles are won. But the war for survival continues.

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”