Mercy Watson Series Novels & Stories

Cleo came in from one of the other rooms, walking slowly, as if she was afraid she might say something to make Mercy upset again and cause another explosion. “Do you need anything, Mercy?” she asked, her voice even softer than usual. “Are you in any pain? Or are you hungry?” “I’m fine,” Mercy assured her. She turned to look at the table next to her bed and saw that she had plenty of water, too. What she really wanted was to talk to Alpha August again, to tell him that she was sorry--again. He’d said he wasn’t worried about the tell vision, but she didn’t think that was true. She also just wanted to see him because, despite the fact that he’d triggered whatever happened inside of her to make

-Watson Residence- Hopping down the empyrean loop after peeking through several times, Miracle found herself in an unfamiliar land. As the loop vanished behind her, she took in her surroundings. The warm sensation of wild grasses, coupled with a wave of sea-scented air, greeted her. Her shoes were gone, and the layers of her silky garments had transformed into a set she had no connection with—a pink cotton T-shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans. She touched her head. Her silver chains were no longer on her too.

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.

While Felix and Alexa were caught up in their emotions, crying over Mercedes, a soft glow started to emanate from her body. Everyone froze, not sure what was happening. The light grew brighter by the second. Felix was shocked, but he wouldn't let go of Mercedes's hand. He wasn't going to leave her no matter what happened. Alexa could sense it. That light glowing from Mercedes was the energy of the White Wolves left in her. When they found her, she couldn't sense it at all. She thought that she used it all up in the fight.

“Don't you think it's time for you to forget her and move on. I know that Zara will not want you to suffer. She was there right now. I know she would tell you to quit crying like a little baby and man up, so don't worry she's in safe hands now. I'm sure the moon goddess will protect her now that she has crossed over to the other side, do not worry so much about her and just keep doing what you know you do best protecting the Pack” “The pack is my priority which is why I have vowed that I am going to make sure that I protect it at all cost. But then, I know that anyone who dares to take what is mine. I will have them killed, there is no mercy for werewolves” “What do you have against other we

DAMIEN HOLT PRAISES PARTNERSHIP: ‘SHE DESERVES A THRONE NO ONE CAN TAKE. My chest tightens so fast and I drop the mug in my hand. It shatters across the floor, glass skidding in every direction. I don’t even feel it. I only feel her walking into the room a few seconds later with her hair damp from her morning shower and a blazer half-buttoned, eyes bright, too bright and hopeful, ready to talk. until she saw the screen and her face fell. “Jackson...” The sound of her voice, soft and familiar, made something inside me crack open.

He was still clumsy while moving, but he’d get the hang of it soon. At this rate, he might even steal Denver’s starting spot. Denver seemed to think the same. He started acting weirdly hostile—petty sabotage, grumbling. Like snatching the water bottle I’d offered to share with Arth. “Ah, I’m thirsty.” I smacked Denver’s shoulder, annoyed. “You’re stealing water from a kid?” “What else am I supposed to do? There’s more over there.” “I’m fine. I’ll get my own.” “…….”

It had been one year since Max and Deanna Anderson found out about the death of David Watson which marked the ending of the saga of the Watson’s and the drama of the insanity that the family had caused. It was almost fitting that they were back at the Watson family house opening it to the public on the anniversary of his death. All of the kids were around them as they gave the first tour of the house. A place they both still hated with a burning passion.

Watson stabilized himself. He was furious as he glared at Megan and yelled, “B*tch, how dare you lie to me. How ungrateful are you? Fine, I’ll tear off your clothes one by one and search for myself!” Then, Watson’s expression was ice-cold as he strode towards Megan. “You…” Megan trembled as she saw Watson was closing in on her. She was filled with embarrassment, rage, and despair. Was this fated? If her clothes were to be torn off by a douchebag like Watson, she would rather die.

Ambrosia told her. Mercy looked at him for a while before getting up, she went to the bathroom and washed her face then looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red. ‘Don’t worry, he will come around, Carl loves us and our pup. The Demon too, believe it or not.’ Mercy laughed at Mercia’s comment. ‘Then I will wait patiently for that day to come.’ She told her. ‘Do that but for now, let us go and take care of our devil incarnate.’ Mercy laughed at the comment. ‘Our mate is really heartless, isn’t he?’ Mercy stated. ‘that, he is’ Mercia agreed. She went out after the pep talk with her wolf and she was feeling better. Ambrosia was still standing by the door watching the baby, sh