Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

And beneath the ancient current of Nala’s energy, a second, incredibly faint heartbeat was fluttering like the wings of a sparrow. *A pup.* A soft, breathless sob caught in my throat, a single tear slipping down my cheek as a wave of overwhelming, fierce emotion crashed over my chest. After five years of healing, after five years of rebuilding my fractured spirit from the dirt where Kaelen had thrown me, the Moon Goddess had granted us the ultimate miracle. A child. A piece of the North’s future, woven from the iron of Silas’s bloodline and the silver fire of my own.

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

The Rogue just swallowed the fire and its eyes glowed brighter. Elara backed away, her heart beating fast. If her magic was not working she was in trouble. She looked around the room trying to find something to help her. Then she saw it. Damon's Alpha crest. It was half-buried in the sand. It was leaking black smoke. Elara realized that Damon was not dead. The bond between them was broken because he was changing. Elara grabbed the crest. As she did, the Rogue attacked her again. She felt its claws on her back then she screamed. She did not try to use her solar light. Instead she did something that her tutors had warned her against. She opened her soul to the power of the crest.

My hands shook as I touched the metal. Suddenly a hand hit the locker next to my head. I jumped, turned around and found Rose standing there. Her eyes looked different; they were cloudy frantic. She was holding a dagger so tight her knuckles were raw. "You think you’re special Mercy?" she said, her voice shaking. "You’re a sacrifice waiting to happen. He isn't saving you. He’s getting you ready." Before I could scream the lights in the locker room went out. It was dark. I felt a pain, on my throat the prick of a blade. A voice, deep and old spoke in my ear

she murmurs. “No,” I answer. “I just had something worth protecting.” She nods slightly and we stand in silence for a long moment, two women connected by sins neither of us asked for. Finally, she steps closer, the distance between us feels like the final page of a very long book. “I'm sorry, Mira," she says. “For the fear, the cameras, the hatred. For trying to replace you in a life that was never meant to be mine.” her eyes shine. “I don't want your forgiveness. I just want you to be free of me.”

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.

“The pack is spread too wide and Kier’s influence too thin. The wolfsbane cut off might have gotten rid of that significantly enough to mimic the Alpha’s demise.” Between sobs that wrack Moira’s body, her voice rises, a choked cry carrying over the crowd. “My heart…it bleeds.” She clutches at her chest, fingernails digging into the dark fabric that’s askew. “Not for the king, not for the Alpha, but for my love.” Someone kill me now, I can’t watch this. Darrock is laughing so hard, he’s begun to wheeze.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi