Mercy X Genji Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I love you, Lucilla, but please remember we’re not like you. We can’t guess whatever you’re talking about.” “Our stupid sister had mistakenly thought her lust as love,” she muttered angrily. “FYI, Kione, life mate doesn’t work that way,” she cried. “Let’s all calm down,” Ichiro walked toward us and stood near the couch. “Gen’s still alive. So, tell us what we need to do.” “She lost a lot of blood. This wasn’t supposed to be this way,” Xian sighed as she cleaned the wound. “And we need… blood and Cole.”

Jasmine replied, "Because the Blackwood Project is not finished.. I need a Queen who knows what it feels like to burn." Jasmine pulled Elara toward the elevator. As they stepped inside, a heavy clawed hand slammed against the doors stopping them from closing. The metal doors were forced back open. There was a soldier standing there in fighting clothes but his helmet was broken. Under the part that covered his face his skin was covered in purple growths that were moving. He did not look like a man, he was one of the Sentinel Units, a part of the project that did not work out.. Behind him a lot of others, like him, were coming out of the dark.

The battle against Vex has reached a new level, and we were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The night had fallen, shrouding the world in a deep, impenetrable darkness. The moon and stars were hidden from sight, as if the cosmos itself understood the gravity of our mission. Gathered in our hidden sanctuary beneath the ancient oak tree, were my extraordinary friends – Xei, Gin, Shi, and Birsha – each with their unique abilities, and now, my future husband. We are united by an unbreakable bond and a common purpose: to find our missing friend, Mer, and rescue her from the sinister grasp of a group known to be associated with Vex named the Shadows.

"You are home, Mercy." The girl's eyes locked onto him. Through the bloodline frequency, Jack felt her consciousness probe his, testing, analyzing, searching for deception with the paranoid precision of someone who had been lied to by entities that wrote the concept of lying. "You feel like the blood," Mercy said slowly. "But different. Warm. Not like the Creditors. Not like Father." "Your father sold you. I am buying you back." Mercy stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then something cracked behind those ancient eyes, a fissure in three hundred years of fortress walls, and a single tear rolled down her translucent cheek.

Jericho stroked his beard as Xena entered his chamber. He had a playful sparkle in his eyes, knowing that he had a significant impact on his brother's mistress. He felt happy that she desired him more than his brother. He stood up and walked slowly towards Xena, making her desire him even more. She pressed her body against the door, hoping that Jericho would embrace her and help alleviate the anger she felt inside. She felt her entire body become weak instantly as he performed that action. All the anger she felt, everything - they got replaced with shock as her eyes widened and stared at him with the way he slammed his lips on her.

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

His face was completely unrecognizable, distorted by a psychotic, desperate hatred as he raised his glittering sword toward the ridge. "Slaughter them!" Kaelen’s shriek echoed through the pass, high-pitched and bleeding with madness. "Bring me the stray! Tear the Lycan King's head from his shoulders!" With a collective, deafening roar, the sea of mercenaries launched themselves up the steep, icy incline of the pass, their weapons raised, their dominant auras clashing in a chaotic, rotting wave of grey and brown. I turned my head to my mate, my amber eyes flaring to a deep, radiant violet as the fur of my Lycan ancestors began to shadow my jaw. "Elara. The mountain is yours."

I concluded, consumed by emotions that I was forced to stop talking. “Please Xavie, don’t do this. Let’s start over again, let’s be friends… hell! Let’s be sisters. I realized my mistake now, I was so consumed by jealousy and my hatred… please…” I scoffed. “You want me to show you mercy? Where was your mercy when I begged you to save me from Alec?” Tightening my grip on the dagger, I plunged it angrily into her thigh, causing her to let out a painful scream as she collapsed on the ground.

"Don't even think about putting your hands on me. You should focus on managing your money wisely. Unless, you have a wealthy girlfriend to rely on. Who knows when next you'll get lucky?" "Fucking bitch." "Have I upset you, baby?" "Get the hell out." He growled. "What, you throw shades but don't like it when it's being thrown back at you? Grow up, Daniel!" I snarled. "Selene," Jeremy's voice cut in, interrupting us. I turned to see him holding Amelia, a look of concern etched on his face. "I think there is something wrong with your friend." "I think she has had too much to drink," I said.