Merciless Souls Mc Novels & Stories

“Are you sure they’d still care?” Spider asked softly. “I mean, yeah. Four years ago, they were still pissed about you walking away from them, but so much time has passed since then. Don’t you think that maybe they’ve just forgotten about you? About both of you?” Mirrie stared at him, totally incredulous. “Do you know anything about MC members?” Spider shrugged and lowered his eyes. “Yeah. A bit.” “Well, one thing you clearly don’t know is that MC’s never ever forget a slight or let go of a grudge. There’s no such thing as a statute of limitations with these kinds of guys, OK? Four years is like four minutes to them, trust me.”

"We reach the coastal waters of Florida in forty-eight hours. Until then, you stay in your stateroom. Captain Miller has strict orders not to let you on deck without an escort." He turned on his heel, his long, deliberate strides carrying him back toward the warmth of the glass-walled main cabin, leaving me alone in the freezing ocean mist. I collapsed into one of the exterior deck chairs, my breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. My body was broken, my heart was a ragged ruin, but deep inside the cold ash of my life, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger began to burn. He thought he had won. He thought by freezing my assets and putting me in this floating prison, he had extinguished Seraphina Va

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

The Vodells were never allies to the throne; they served only their own bottomless ambition. ​And now, as the gloom choked the life from the clearing, Aaron could not help but wonder in horror: Who is the real monster? Was it Soulus Vodell, whose reckless, petty malice had doomed them all, or was it Malakai, who stood ready to erase two hundred souls from the earth for daring to endanger his mate? ​With a dark, satisfied smile curving her bear-jaws, Cameron dragged the limp, sobbing archer across the riverbed, dropping his broken body like a sack of wet meat directly at the feet of her sovereign.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

“Oh really how is that possible sense I’ve already fucked her mate. It’s okay Luna he’s a pretty good fuck I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the sloppy seconds.” “Madison, you can keep your tainted Alpha and fuck him all you want. I Luna Gemma Rose Killian, reject Alpha William Keen of the Midnight Crescent Pack as my fated mate. I hereby choose Wesley Keen as my chosen mate and my second in command, with the powers given to the both of us by the Moon Goddess she hereby blesses our wolves with a special link unbreakable by anyone but the Moon Goddess herself.” He closes the footage so enraged that everyone around him is cowing baring the necks, and he glares at Madison ready to spill blood.

Hard music fills the overcrowded, dimly lit clubhouse. My brothers are fucked up, like always... fucking women on tables, getting blowjobs, having threesomes on the floor, and doing lines of coke. I sit at the bar, watching the chaos from a distance. My Prez, Devil, sees me and takes the seat next to mine. “Not joining again?” he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock.

“Set it up.” Brad’s expression darkens. “You’re planning to go to the funeral?” “Yes.” Lamar lets out a whistle. “You? Showing up there? That’ll get people talking.” Good. Let them talk. Let them see that I don’t forget debts or tolerate betrayal. Mercy in my world is the first step toward losing control — and control is something I’ll never surrender. “Good,” I say quietly. “Let them all see.”

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"