Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

What I am doing is wrong and I would definitely get into trouble for this but I do not like it when certain things are being concealed from me. It is well-lit inside lanterns hang from every corner giving me the full sight of the situation. Drakho and Phobos have their backs to me chatting among themselves, it seems as though his beta is notifying him of the problem at hand. When they move away to opposite sides my eyes broaden when I discover Moira perched down on the ground her knees tucked to her chest as she swings her body back and forth in an effort to pacify herself whilst she stares down at her with feet with tear-stained cheeks. She looks devastated...broken.

He stepped inside and sat down on the side of her bed. "How are you today? Are you in any pain?" he asked. Moira forced a smile. "Nothing hurts, Ray. I'm fine. Thank you for everything you've done for me." "Hey... don't mention it. I'm happy to do it for you. You deserve kindness and love in this world, Moira. You don't deserve to be hurt." Rayden's words suddenly made Moira's chest tighten. If she deserved all that, why did the Moon Goddess make her suffer? Why did She take everything she loved?

they said together before Moira stepped out. "Trajan! Bonded to Moira Leary, daughter of Alpha Darren Leary and Luna Fallon Leary," Moira yelled to the crowd. The applause began with the announcing of Trajan's name and quickly grew. She beamed at the people gathered and gestured for those behind her on the stage to come forward.

The glow stayed even after we pulled our hands apart. It beat like a rhythm, alive, buzzing beneath my skin while sinking into my bones. Moira took our hands, tied them tight with a clean cloth strip - her touch steady as she linked us through the hurt. The fabric ran smooth, stitching skin to skin without thread. "Speak the words," she commanded. Ares's silver eyes locked onto mine. His voice was steady, resonant. "I bind my blood to yours. My strength to your weakness. My death to your life."

When Moira leapt on Silver’s back and raised her hand to thrust sharp claws inside her back, Silver reared back and threw her off, she didn’t attack instead she found a safe way to dodge Moira’s next attack. I watched, feeling a hard lump rising in my throat at the sight before me. Moira, a daemon. Tessa, a daemon. For days we searched for them not knowing what happened to them. Now they are undeads. Wouldn’t it be better for their parents to think they were death than to see them this way with clawed hands and growling frothy mouths? Tears rose in my eyes. A world unseen in the world of the living. Yet I was the only human caught in the middle of it all.

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.

"I came to apologize. I didn't realize how incredible you were. I almost dragged you down." I smiled faintly. "No need for that. We're done." His lips trembled. "You really want this? You said you'd love me forever." I arched an eyebrow. "And you swore you'd never hurt me." Sorrow glistened in his eyes. "Are you still mad? But nothing is going on between Megan and me, I promise. Those marks you saw were just allergic reactions." I cut him off, my voice sharp. "Face it. It ended the moment you skipped Alex's funeral. I only stayed as long as I did for him. He cared about you."

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

"You're not dead... you're not dead... I knew you weren't dead..." Tears streamed from his eyes, but they weren't tears of sorrow. They were tears of ecstatic joy. A sudden flame of hope in the darkness of despair. He reached out a trembling hand, trying to touch the face on the screen. "Wait for me... wait for me, Lucia... I'll find you..." The news continued. "Ms. Morrison currently serves as the Royal Healer for the European Healers' Guild, and is also an honorary consultant for the Blackwood family..."