Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

"You have no idea what is coming." "Who are you?" Darius demanded. "I am Moira Blackthorn. And I am the one who will destroy your precious omega rights movement. By destroying every pack that supports it." She raised her hands. The symbols on the cave entrance glowed brighter. And from the darkness behind her, a hundred shadow creatures emerged. We were surrounded. Outnumbered. And I realized—we might not survive this.

I had to make Mercy and Ghost pay. They were not going to go free. Not after what they did. Not after what they planned. Not after trying to destroy people’s lives like toys. They thought they were smart. They thought they were powerful. But this time, they messed with the wrong man. Mercy would regret ever using me. She would regret ever lying to me. She would regret not paying me. And Ghost? That monster would see the end of his games too. As I stood there, watching Diana cry in Xander’s arms, a plan came to my mind.

The third day dawned with a heavy, oppressive air. Within Finlay’s chambers, Moira lay curled on his bed, her body trembling with pain. Her skin, usually luminous and glowing, had taken on a pallor that unsettled anyone who saw her. Her golden eyes were dull, clouded with hunger and anguish, and the sharp angles of her face looked more severe in her weakened state.

Each day she grows more powerful, although they rarely use their powers. Moira was born with light magic. She can create and manipulate visible light. She can draw strength from the sun and channel its energy into a burst of light. She also has the power to heal, which she got from our mother. Mom was one of the most powerful witches to come from the De Meathe line in over one hundred years. She was truly magnificent and her healing powers were unparalleled.

Jules glanced hurriedly about at the Mer around them, but even the Mer seemed to recognize the sound of someone suffering from a hurt so great that it was if their soul was torn in two, and the expressions on their faces were those of sympathy and not fear. “The Mer are allies,” Talen said firmly. “I am so very sorry for your loss but know that they are not to blame. Those that were, died at your father’s hands. He…” He hesitated. “Your father has made many poor choices, ones that caused others to suffer, and your mother’s death was another of the same.” Mercy dragged in a breath and released it. “I am a monster,” she said to him. “But I am my own monster. I am the monster that I choose to b

He wasn't looking at the horizon; he was looking at the True Matriarch—the woman who had first decided that a Blood-Alpha was nothing more than a Battery for her Bloodline. "Is this the Mercy of the Moon, Mother?" Eryx growled, his voice a low-frequency vibration of Lament-Steel agony. "To turn our children into the very threads that choke us?" "Mother, the floor... it’s reading as Maternal Foreclosure!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a terrifying, ceremonial gold as he flickered at the edge of the void. My son was kneeling at the base of the silk, his body transparent, his hands moving through the thorns as if he were trying to unpick a lock made of ancestral memories. "The

Brushing Marcus’ hand gently from her shoulder. “His father told him to do that Aspen, do you think maybe, it could have been the best option in an impossible situation?” Moira continued, and took another step towards me. I stepped back away from her, clamping my hands over my ears like a child. Not wanting to hear whatever she was trying to say to me. It was easier to be angry, rather than actually feel the barrage of emotions that were slowly consuming me. Moira continued to step closer, setting her soft and small hands over mine, and pulling them down in front of me. I watched the refection of my eyes sizzle out from the stunning gold, and back to their normal green. Slowly changing my fa

She also just wanted to see him because, despite the fact that he’d triggered whatever happened inside of her to make the tell vision explode, he had a way of making her feel at peace that she didn’t feel when anyone else was around. “All right. Well, if you need anything, I’ll be over at the desk doing some paperwork. We’ve got some supplies to order.” Cleo gave her a bright smile, and Mercy smiled back, but it was obvious Cleo was afraid of her now. Was there anyone else here who was capable of exploding things the way that Mercy just had? The way that everyone was reacting, she had to think that she was the only one. Did anyone else have any sort of powers, other than the ability to shift

“Why did you ruin my life? I am your best friend! I stood by your side all along and this is how you ruined my life?” “AHHH!! Let me go!” Mavis screamed as she tried to get away from Moira who was like a mad dog, she bit and scratched Mavis wherever she got the chance. She was really angry at this moment, Moira hated Mavis so much that she wished she could kill her by her own hands.

“I saw your father build the Blackthorn name on trust and honor. Now, I've watched you tear that legacy apart with corruption and violence. I will not stay silent while you try to claim a victim of your wrongdoing under the pretense of pack tradition.” At that moment, the gathering erupted in voices, with supernatural beings openly choosing sides. Some seemed to support Moira’s view, while others rallied behind Marcus, showing loyalty that might stem from genuine belief or fear. “The evidence clearly supports Miss Reyes,” Moira continued, raising her voice over the noise. “Her mother was escaping an abusive situation, not stealing. Her choice of Kane Drax as a partner was about survival and