Mercy Watson Book Series Novels & Stories

I had never felt power like it before. " Her magic has untapped potential, and it burns her out quickly because she is not yet in control. The necklace her mother gave her will slowly ease her into her power. It is known that the users of expression, on their 19th birthday, will have a choice to make. Her heart will decide if her magic will be used for good, or for evil. In the wrong hands, she will learn to become a dangerous weapon, and expression will claim the lives of many more victims. In the right hands, she could be the strongest witch of our time with a life span of centuries. These last few weeks I have been studying the realms after Xavier's attack, scouring for anything that woul

In the land of the dead, Karen Milburn had been fairing pretty well. Even though she wasn't an ancient soul like the ones she had mated with when she was taken there, she had eaten up many souls and was now much stronger than all of the souls in there.She was also aware of everything going on at the pack because she had the ability to watch over them. The day she found out about Harriet's mate, she was so excited that she felt like she was the one finding out about her mate, and since that day, she has been praying and hoping that he wouldn't hurt Harriet like the way Rasmore used to hurt him.

In times of despair and happiness, of dread and panic, and joy and conflict…all I can do is sit on the cold floor and wait for the moments to pass or else, I engage in a relentless fight for survival. For a second there, maybe I thought Aleister might be reliable. When he pulled me out of the lake and showed concern, I thought…Maybe, I can rely on him—Just a little. But it turns out, that’s not true. Draven was referring to another ‘her’. If all those witches were not enough, there is someone else too. The girl from the Harem had mentioned it before but I never paid attention because I didn’t care. Now, it only hurts.

She closed her eyes and reached down into the bedrock of herself — into the raw, lawless black ink she’d pulled from the mountain’s roots long before the Council built their first press. She didn’t try to fix the broken thread that had tied her to Damon for five years. She tore the whole loop out and wrote over it. She used her white fire as a wire and threw herself into the silver network, past Jasmine’s transmitter, straight into the heart of the 76th tier. Sovereign plasma poured through the lines like lightning. The circuits melted. White liquid ran down the vault walls. Jasmine’s eyes went wide. On her transmitter, the progress bar cracked. Violet flickered, then bled out and turned a d

But, Valentino Darragh was going to cause harm to her and her entire family. Shakily, Rowan grabbed her tiny hand and brought it to his lips. He admired the outline of her face when he remembered something. There was an ulterior motive behind sending her to his office before Anita decided to use blood magic to create an explosion. Rowan thought he could initiate Housekeeping Protocol to kill all the mercenaries inside the shipyard. His years of efforts to purge the supernatural species stopped on the day Anita showed up on his doorstep to pick up Jazmine.

Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create. I'll leave one of the chapters for yous: A Thief: A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female. "Ah, so final

If she ever wants to be respected as the pack Luna, she'll need to let this weakness go that the human world has rooted deep within her and do what needs to be done and take the respect that will not just simply be given to her. As I continue with the pack's paperwork, I occasionally glance over at the clock. Two hours have passed since Lisa left to go for a walk. The ones who have rights to retribution know they're only allowed to go after Lisa durn their claims to Retributions, but that doesn't mean that they won't try. I look over as the door open, watching uncle Jax walk into the office. "I've made those calls to find out about the fourteen firstborn alphas." He walks over, taking a seat

Lucas and Bryant , Me and Jasper will be leaving with my Mom and Dad in a few hours we are headed to Alaska to attend the Annual submit that my mom’s cousin on her dads side her daughter is taking over the pack on Saturday and they have asked me to bless the transfer and I told him I sure would, My cousin is a level 8 high priestess and an white wolf and her familiar is a Kitsune just like mine I that’s amazing I wonder. She is a few is a year younger than me. I know that her family owns the Hoffmann Corporation hotels and Restaurants, Daddy was doing their PR for them, and we have 5 Hoffmann hotels that we manage for them. So, Draco and Jasper’s mom and Draco’s mom and Aunt Elsa are watch

The air is heavy and stale, and I'm beginning to feel dizzy. I'm scared to move. I'm scared to make a sound. But I can't stay up here forever. More tears collect in my eyes. Sure, there are students at Hawthorn who don't deserve to be here—people like Wendy. She’s an outsider, someone who didn’t even know a thing about the supernatural world when she showed up at Hawthorn. But I earned my spot in this school. I come from one of the most respected pure-blood families around. If the Silver Hunters are going to hunt anyone, it should be Wendy and Alec and everyone else like them.

His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth. He sucked and kissed and licked her however he liked, tongue, teeth, and lips all actively engaged in tainting and claiming her. His marks were everywhere on her body. She smelt like him. She belonged to him. It had already been an hour. Emma was still sitting under the water, washing away his filthy touch. She rubbed her body vigorously, trying to remove his marks, trying her best to distract her mind, but all she could recall was his eyes. His eyes, she could never forget the darkness of those eyes. They were filled with lust so intense that her body shivered just by recalling it. His lustful gro