Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

“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

he answered without hesitation. Thank God for small miracles as the elevator stopped and a Goddess got on. It killed the conversation between Amber and Leo. This Goddess worked in the fetish room. And she was one freaky bitch. She had milky white skin that she purposely had denied herself going out in the daylight to for years to achieve. Her hair was dyed jet black. She had on nothing but black ropes draped across her body to cover her naughty bits. She always wore red contacts and would legit bite willing marks and suck the blood from their wounds. She called herself Mercy. Mercy also had her fangs in tonight. She gave Leo a predatory smile and ran her tongue over her fangs. He shifted a b

He looked at the Reaper, then back at the girl. "Put your knife away, boy." Malachi's voice was quiet. Tired. "You cannot use force to trigger mercy." He moved toward his shelves, pulling down jars and bundles of dried herbs. "I will help her. Not for you. Not for the gods who chained you to her." He paused, his back to them. "I will do it because twenty-four years ago, I was a coward. I will not die one today." He turned, a jar of dark liquid in one hand, a bundle of dried leaves in the other.

Maybe because it was work hour and children were also probably in school. “But the thing is, I don’t need anyone protecting me or telling someone else off because of me. Your reentry into my life has been rude and I don’t like to talk about your initial exit. I have healed, Jason. I am a better person and I would really want to keep it that way…” “I don't plan to disrupt that,” I muttered and she shook her head. “Can I finish?” She grounded and I said nothing. “I don’t think you can help it Jason, you breeze in and breeze out and you don’t mind how many lives gets ruined in the process and these are the issues Jason.”

"Put your hands where we can see them! Now!" Abel walked towards them fearlessly with both his hands in the air. An agent ran towards him, brought Abel's hands down and handcuffed them.... 🎵Lord, Have mercy on me🎵 🎵Have Mercy on my soul🎵 🎵Don't let my heart turn cold🎵 🎵Have Mercy on many men🎵 . . . . The Following Morning

“When you took Stefan from me the pain was unbearable, but I understand it was an accident and even though this is very hard for me to say, I forgive you. And on behalf of my sisters, we all appreciate your help in trying to defeat these things.” Tears welled in her eyes and Harrison stared, his eyes full of wonder. “He forgives you. Don’t you Gabe?” Gabriel rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nice to see some things don’t change.” “Gabriel, you said you had information for us,” Aurora interrupted, not liking the way Harrison was gazing at her sister. “Please, tell us what you’ve found.” He leaned in and stared at them closely. “In forty-eight hours, the Reapers will rise.”

Sasha instantly said with a catch in her throat, "It's all my fault. Don't blame Gary. I'll mend your dress for you." Then, she picked up a needle, about to start sewing. Before she barely started, she pricked her finger. A bright red bead of blood welled up instantly. Gary immediately shoved me aside. My waist slammed into the edge of a table, and I fell heavily onto the floor, the pain so intense I couldn't even stand. Meanwhile, Gary carefully held Sasha's finger and brought it to his lips, gently sucking away the blood. Sasha looked at him with tears in her eyes, saying, "Gary, I'm so useless. I can't even do something so simple."

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

"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

his voice was pleading. “You’re damn right she didn’t,” I said coldly. “And your daughter doesn’t deserve to die either. But she will.” “What?” Amelia’s face paled as she lunged forward. “Misty? No! No, you can’t—” Alex grabbed her arm, holding her back. “Don’t do this, Henry. Misty has nothing to do with this. Take me instead. Kill me. I did this. I took her from you.” “Killing you would be a kindness you don’t deserve,” I hissed.