Mercy Watson Series Novels & Stories

Simeon yanked back his wife Mercy, who was about to return to Calista when she confirmed that the evil werewolves had left. "Don't you feel sorry for that child?" Mercy shook Simeon's hand violently. "Child?! Do you hear what you're saying?! Mercy, that's a monster!" Instead of listening to her husband, Mercy dashed out of their hiding spot and approached the now unconscious Calista. She checked her pulse and was relieved to confirm she was still alive. ***** "MERCY, I'm telling you, this is a big mistake!" "What do you want?! Leave this poor girl in the middle of the woods and let her die? My goodness! You're worse than those monsters, Simeon."

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

Was it because my existence was never expected, that I was never chosen, that was why no one loved me? Mom was like that, so was Gary. Mom hugged me in her arms, gently patting my back. She said with a catch in her throat, "Anthea, I was wrong in the past. I was so obsessed with the past, and you have suffered for it. I could hate anyone, but I should never have hated you. You have always been the most innocent one."

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

In a way, it was the perfect hybrid of science and magic, just as Havermouth’s power and population had become since they had driven the Van Helsings out of town. “Connery was just explaining that you have been experiencing some trouble from suspicious werewolves,” she told Leighton as she paused by his workstation. “Mmm,” he reached up, biceps straining against the shirt he wore, and tied his brunette hair back into a messy ponytail at the base of his skull. “I am afraid that Mercy’s enthusiasm for her greater freedom is to blame. She has been exploring and her dietary needs have been noticed,” he said heavily. “It is a hard position for me. She is an adult now and has been physically so fo

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

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

Mercy says as she finishes up Whisp's make-up. Mercy and Whisp are both in leather pants and lace tops. Whisp is wearing a metallic lace blue vest that is loose but see thru. Mercy has on a tight red and black top that has small pieces of material around her ample breast, showing her cleavage. “Why do you feel it necessary to open your mouth and talk shit that doesn't concern you,” After says as she glares at Mercy.

But Sephora took one look at those big, green eyes and her heart melted. She agreed to let them stay with Blackseed. She agreed to keep the secret, even from Mercy herself. And she agreed to help him. She was confident she could help – Mercy was young enough, still so little. They could keep EVERYTHING a secret. They had succeeded. Her father had taken a new mate. Mercy was safe with Blackseed. And NO ONE knew Mercy’s little secret. Mercy grew up with them, with Jonathan. She played along with all the other little wolves, oblivious to her dark secret. Everyone was oblivious.