Merciless Souls Mc Novels & Stories

They were all flushing with smiles while I grimaced. “Make us proud, Olga. There is red lingerie in the bathroom, use it.” Mother whispered as she walked out of the room with her battalion of entourage. I was alone, on the bed, waiting to be devoured by the predator himself, the Dark angle of Merciless death. I just wished he could have mercy on me but I guess I was expecting too much from someone who was known to be mercilessly even in death. Unexpectedly, the door flips open. I raised my head and it was Antonio with his usual cold gaze and emotionless countenance. He was covered in blood and his white shirt was now red. I watched with my jaw dropped…

I had never seen him look so vulnerable, so small, so fragile as he hugged his dad. Say what you want about Blake Peters, but beneath the erratic and carefree aura, he was a sweet, nice guy. Molly sat in the passenger seat of the sheriff's car, dissatisfied as I expected her to be. Vengeance always sounds satisfying in theory, but it never really changes anything. She killed Anthony Gordon and burnt down Jericho's base, but Kelvin was still dead. Mr. Gordon and the Chesterfields could always return with a fresh plan, and Anthony Gordon could go to hell for all she cared, but Kelvin would still be dead. Nothing could bring him back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promise I won't ever bother you again!" Hal caught sight of what I was typing and snatched the phone away from me, chiding, "Winter Brooke! Don't you have a spine of your own?" Hal had no idea how Finnegan had been treating me all these years. It was cold, cruel, and downright terrifying. I was so fearful for my life and worried that Finnegan never read my message and continued torturing me that I nearly cried from the anxiety. Seeing there was nothing he could do, Hal showed Finnegan the words I typed before quickly erasing them all.

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

He planned on making Liam taste first hand how it feels to be at the bottom of the food chain. To make him watch as he slowly takes everything Liam ever cared about. An evil grin crept on his face at the thought of that. “Today started off pretty well” he mumbled and stood up from the seat he occupied and trailed over to where the bottle of whisky sat and pulled open the cap and poured himself a glance, before throwing two cubes of ice into it. The door opened and Thomas walked in, clad in a black suit that matched his ebony black hair. “Sir, he left the mansion in fear like you said; and he doubled his security” Thomas reported curtly.

“I heard they were shut down forever.” “They were but we haven’t found all the doctors or staff who imprisoned us. A special task force hunts them but it takes time. Someone with strong ties to Mercile recently sent a team of mercenaries to retrieve one of our females. We believe he also hired someone who worked for Mercile to make this drug and infect Moon with it as a distraction. This unidentified drug has made him homicidal.” “Anyone associated with Mercile will be prosecuted for what they did. It’s irrational to believe that killing their victims will change that. I’m assuming that’s why they created this drug? So he’d kill other Species?” It was her best guess.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma