Mercy Watson Series Novels & Stories

At least not now. This was not Everdeen where I could fight with the Alpha or my parents with my words or my wit. These people were royalty and I was intensely caught off-guard. I have no idea what they are like, much less how to deal with them. “What is your name?” she asked me. “Chloe Waterson,” I said. Her head tilted. “You came here with your mate? Which Alpha heir is he?” Did she truly not know or was she going somewhere with this?

“Open the door, and you'll know.” Alex glanced at Patricia. Patricia nodded. He removed the chain. The door opened. A woman stood outside wearing a dark coat and a scarf pulled loosely around her neck. Patricia stared at her. It took only a second. Then recognition hit. “Mercy?” Mercy Wao looked at her. Her eyes were swollen, and there were deep lines of exhaustion across her face. “Patricia.” Patricia stepped backward. “What are you doing here?” Mercy entered quickly. Alex closed and locked the door behind her.

Chapter Ten. Mercy’s POV. I thought it would be easy. How hard could it be to resist the urge to shift? I had no idea how powerful the moon really was. As the minutes ticked by, the pain spread from my chest, radiating out to every part of my body. It felt like my bones were on fire, and every muscle screamed in agony. The initial tremors I had felt under the rising moon quickly turned into violent convulsions. My body twisted and jerked uncontrollably. The sensation of electricity coursing through me became unbearable.

A flush crept up her neck, and she turned—fast—and vanished into the crowd like a ghost. “Wait—” I moved after her, but someone blocked my path. Elias Lockwood. Smirking. Arms folded. “She’s clumsy,” he said, tone smooth as ice. “You’ll get used to it around here. The mutts run loose.” I didn’t answer. Her face. Her scent. Her grief. That was the wolf he rejected. The cursed girl. The rumors had reached even the North. Samantha Morgan. Orphaned. Wolf dormant. Scarred by loss. Fated to Elias… once.

Right now, only Watson Yoke has the same mindset as Miller and he is the only one who would help Miller. On the other hand, Watson Yoke is in a sour mood. He is sitting in the living area of the Yoke mansion with a scowl. Since the day Damien let him go from his basement, Watson couldn't forget the way Damien treated him. Watson has some injured which are yet to cure. These are the same injuries caused when Damien and his friends tortured him for Eva's location. Watson is resenting Eva now more than ever. She snatched the chance to marry Damien away from his beloved daughter Rose. When he conveyed the same to his daughter, she became upset and destroyed every single item in her room.

"No one is here?" "Yes, no one." The voices were loud above the whine of the siren in Penny's ears. Her heart was beating heavily. In less than a minute they would open the door and find her. The locks clicked and the door was swung open to reveal the dark foyer. The single policeman and the other guard who were on their shift for the night stood before the door. One sweep of the officer's flashlight brightened the foyer and came to a stop on a blonde woman. Her face was obscured by the smears of facial lotion and a face mask, her blonde hair was done half hazard into a braid that hung over her left shoulder. In her hand was a huge portrait of Mr. And Mrs. Crepon and the other woman. When th

He gestured to the warehouse, indicating the people that slept within. “My wife and daughter were both severely altered by what was done to them. Verina has never blamed me,” he swallowed thickly, shaking his head sorrowfully. "Mercy though... Mercy blames me, and justly. What sort of life does she have locked up with her parents, unable to seek her own way, to experience the world, to have friends, a mate… But I cannot free her,” a muscle twitched in the corner of his jaw as his eyes lifted to the second story windows and, following his gaze, Aislen saw that Mercy looked down at them, her head tilted and her expression chilling in its predatory nature. “Because I fear what she will do.”

This is the second in the insanity Series dealing with the Watson's and the two characters of Max and Deanna. The third will be released in November of 2020. The name of it is Breaking the eye wall. It continues shortly after where Weathering the storm leaves off. A tie in series will be released in December called "The nightmare begins." This story though fictionalized did happen in the US in late 2019. The charaters will be along or the journey in Breaking the eye wall but they will have their own series called "Nightmare". This is the first book in that series.

It didn’t politely announce itself when convenient. Except my instincts had been catching pieces lately. The hand brush at Mercer HQ. The shift in her scent in the kitchen. The way she was suddenly and very obviously attracted to me. She never used to react to seeing me like she does now. Now this. Now my wolf wanted to step forward and claim her like she’d been missing from my life the whole time. I didn’t let it. I looked only at her eyes. “A warrant,” she said. “Signed. Sounds like dawn. Mercer. Financial, digital, cameras—”

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken