Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

“Her rage waits inside. When you wake full, no choice. You finish her work.” “No. I fight it.” “She tried too. Against grief. Hate. See how that went.” Aeris’s knees buckled. He hit stone. “This isn’t real.” Hands pressed ground. “I’m not a monster.” “Not yet.” Moira knelt. “Seals break one by one. Each gives you more of her. Memories. Feelings. Rage.” “How stop it?” “Can’t alone.” Her hand on his shoulder. “That’s why you need me. I teach resistance. Control. Stay you, not her.”

She pops the cork and pours me a glass, then turns to Mercy, who’s braiding her youngest daughter, Moira’s, hair. “I know,” I whisper, lifting my glass to my lips. It’s sweet, but the aftertaste is more bitter than I remember… or maybe that’s just the sour taste in my mouth. “I heard he’s a Ghost now,” Mercy chimes in with a smile. “What an honor for Silverhide having one of our own be a part of that legion of Ryatt’s army.” Freya nods, but I’m not smiling. “I begged him not to join,” I say under my breath.

forget you have a mate?” I asked with my eyebrow raised. “Ha! Just because I have a mate does not mean am blind, I love Xavier to death! He is my mate after all, but I can still see good looking men! It would be a sin not to!” Oh, Goddess she likes to exaggerate! “Let’s make a deal, If I don’t find him in two weeks when we go to that meeting at Black Moon Pack then I will consider Damien’s proposal.” ‘I will not!’ but I cannot say that to her, or she will be on my case till the Moon Goddess comes. “Now I hate that Xavier is only a Gama.” She sulks “Don’t lie Lucia you just wanted an opportunity to dress up that’s all.” She rolls her eyes giving a bored expression. “Just because you are more

"I'm sorry, Hayden. I know I've been screwing up this mission. I'm sorry. But please don't play this kind of joke—" "You know I don't joke about such things." His reply slammed her words down her throat. With her trembling lips pursed, she turned to the lady, watching her tears course down her pale skin which barely had any hints of blood underneath. "She is your mom." Miracle swayed, banging her waist to the edge of the table. 'I... I had a mom?' "Only with her daughter's blood can she free her soul trapped in the world of mortality. Otherwise, she'll be stuck here forever. This is your mom's punishment."

“I was there when she was crafted. I know her all too well, and I can kill her without breaking a sweat. You see the thing, Susan, people like your mother understand power, which is why she barely uses it, or more accurately, uses it with wisdom. She’s the trident of the blood sea. Did you know? Here is the only place she can’t see. And why? Because I am here. Humans made me. Unforgiveness makes me smile. Then, there’s nothing to hide the one lacking mercy from me. Forgive your mother, and maybe, I won’t see you.” Susan grinned at Mercy. “I highly doubt that.” Mercy chuckled. “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 forgi

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

“Fuck, Cyril, he's pushing back. He's fucking himself on Bill's cock.” “I see it.” Cyril's boots appeared in Moon's peripheral vision, close enough that Moon could see the scuffs on the leather, the silver buckle gleaming in the steam. “You want more, recruit?” Moon tried to answer. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a broken moan as Bill hit something deep inside him that sent sparks shooting up his spine. “Answer me.” “Yes,” Moon gasped. The word was barely recognisable, torn, and ragged. “Yes, Sergeant. More. Please. Please more.”

What's the use coming here with him when he can't even say their real status with his parents. She admits that she is not qualified since she can't match his status and glamour. How can an orphan like her match with the famous Acceturo Clan? It's totally understandable. "Mom! Enough of the match making for me, Okay? That's the reason why I was marked as a playboy... The woman you are letting me date is really not my type! they are all superficial... How can I marry that kind of woman? Think about it..." Xavier pleadingly explained to his Mom Divine.

"Anybody, please help me! Please!" My eyes gleamed on seeing the ceilings of the washroom, just perfect for the moment. The evilness inside of me has consumed me so much that I felt nothing but so much hatred for this lowly human, she must be shown her place. "Shatter" with a single order the glass ceilings started to crack. People should've seen her agitated look, she looked so paled and in utter shock as she stared up at her own end. The glasses shattered and rained down on her at full speed, she crouched down and screamed out loud as the glasses stuck onto her body. "Aaaaah!". A satisfied smile graced my lips as I watched her crying of agony, dying. I knew she wouldn't survive and even i

My back was turned toward him when I spat maliciously, "Good fucking riddance." Living in hotels indefinitely wasn't a solution, so after two days of lying around in a daze, I rented an apartment in the city center. Land was scarce, and every inch cost a fortune. Even though Sean and I were sworn enemies, financially speaking, he'd never treated me poorly over the years. Not wanting to borrow any money from anyone, I spent his with relish. The night I moved in, I received a call from Jason Kennedy. Without any preamble, he said calmly, "Oran Moore has been found."