Merciless Souls Mc Novels & Stories

"Could it be that they know just how worthless you are and are unwilling to spend their hard earned money on you, despite the pretty garbage that you are?" Diana swallowed. She was not going to allow Faustina get to her. Her words could not be as worse as the fate awaiting her in the hands of whoever bought her. "Though you might not want to know because you can do nothing about it, I will tell you so that you know the fate that awaits you. "This person now, is Alpha Merrick of the Eclipse Pack. He is a sadist and it shows when he has sex with his subs. Sometimes the girls end up getting strangled, in the throes of passion. Sometimes, he beats them to death before he can get his thing to ris

I was always paying attention. "Say it, then," I said. "Get it over with." He uncrossed his ankle and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "This is a mistake." "You've mentioned." "I'm going to be more specific." He held up one finger. "Breaking Council orders so close to your own trial. Not a minor infraction, Harper. Not something Valencia can smooth over. Mercer and Hendricks are already building a case that you are ungovernable, that you represent a threat to the Council's authority. Every time you defy them, you hand them another brick for that wall." Another finger. "No precedent. Not one documented case of a full soul retrieval from the land of shattered souls. Partial recoveries, mad

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

They had survived too many close calls to end like this, shot down like a dog on a dark dock. “Fuck! Fuck!!” Marcus gritted his teeth, his jaw locking tight. “Leo!” He called out again as he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, a cold promise settling deep in his chest. "I am going to kill every single one of you," Marcus whispered, his voice deadly quiet. "Every single one." He did not have time to dwell on his grief. Two mercenaries in black tactical gear stepped out from behind a stack of rusted shipping containers. They carried heavy rifles and moved with perfect, military discipline. They did not look like local mobsters. They looked like ghosts in the dark.

I stood three steps behind Mistress Hana and held the lacquer box and was invisible. He walked onto the central platform. Soul Sight tore through my chest like a blade. Not a gentle ignition. Not the tentative warmth described in the old texts I had read in the pleasure house library, the romantic accounts of soulbound recognition that made it sound like sunlight and gradual warmth. This was violent. The kind of thing that happens to a body that has had no preparation and no framework and no warning — a detonation in the center of my sternum, gold light flooding my peripheral vision, threads erupting from the cavity behind my ribs and running with absolute specificity across the ceremony hal

“Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.” Everything goes quiet inside my head. Kai Petrova. Five years ago. Lily. Fourteen. In the passenger seat. And Miles— “After something like that, I’m not surprised he’s difficult,” Beth says softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Shauna shrugs. “Anyway. If you know anyone desperate enough.” They leave. Renee’s still leaning against the counter, watching me. “You okay?” I nod. She doesn’t believe me. “Cassie—”

He just opened the door. Damon stepped in front of Elara, his claws came out with a clicking sound. "What are they?" Elara asked quietly, the special liquid on her arm was moving in a rhythm. The old woman looked at them with sadness. "They are the 'Unspoken'. The ones the Moon Goddess could not kill.. Now that the Blackwood family has spilled their blood into the soil, they are hungry for the Sun." From the clouds above, a big shadow started to come down, its eyes were a lot of small burning lights.

"To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul." Gray leaned over my shoulder. "Three souls." I kept reading. "The Mighty Alpha Soul must come from a living Alpha of great power. The Maiden Soul must come from one touched by the divine. The Ancient Wolf Soul must come from a wolf who has lived beyond natural years." "They need to kill three specific types of wolves," Gray said. "Yes," I said. My voice was hollow. "And use their souls to resurrect Malachar." I turned the page. There was more.