Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

The brown table, the yellowed wallpaper, the moldy, paint-chipped window—colors rushed back. I clawed at the table and twisted my hips. The moment I opened my mouth, the pooled drool splattered onto the table. “Nngh!” A moan I couldn’t believe came from me spilled out, and the intense pleasure made my head jerk up. My eyes widened, tears dripping down. The man laughed at my reaction. He rammed his cock between my cheeks and watched me tremble. “This is a dry orgasm.” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t know what that meant.

"Mercy must be offered. It is the only transaction that requires a voluntary default. To save Xander Thorne, you must open the pillar and release the Custodian. But know this: the moment the ice breaks, the Mercy Vault will be liquidated into the global network. The irrationality of the past will be deleted, and the New Audit will begin." The choice was a jagged blade at my throat. If I saved Xander, I would be handing the Heir the power to delete the very things that made us human. I would be trading the world’s capacity for love for the life of one man. I looked at the woman in the ice. I looked at Selene, who was watching me with a silent, haunting question in her eyes. Then I looked at t

They aimed their guns at the thin figure standing near the edge. I slowly turned around and looked at them indifferently. “Moon, you are even more pathetic than I thought.” “Quincy!” Moon screamed as she stepped out from behind the mercenaries. “You think you’ve won? Today, I’ll send you to hell so you can reunite with Xavier!” “Is that so?” I chuckled scornfully. “Shoot him! Kill him!” Moon shouted madly. No one moved. The mercenaries froze as if paralyzed. Moon was dumbfounded. She turned to them and saw sheer terror on their faces.

Something was not right at all. I glanced around to find support, but everything went static, when Rhys whimpered in my head. "Mate is in danger, we need to save her right now or else she would die." Amora is in danger? As good as I can remember, she is the only one my would refer to as mate. Then, how is it possible that, I was feeling all this emotions? And then, it hit me, at this point I knew exactly what was happening. It actually means that Amora and I are connected through our minds, our spirit, our soul. Anything that happens to her, is bound to happened to me as well.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

I bellowed. I stared at the woman, writhing under my grasp, kicking and cursing with what little breath she had in her lungs. Warlock Ben suddenly appeared, levitating next to me. “We need her alive, it’s really her! I put a cloak over her, she can’t broadcast,” he said, taking stock of my prisoner. I was looking at Fiona’s twin sister, Moira. It was all her for certain, not possessed. I’d met her when Fiona brought some family to headquarters to boast about her council position. I never … forget a face.

M•Ï•A͙ (ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ɪs ᴀ𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮) Season 2 Sequence 11 ____________________________________________ Desmond's POV "Did you just say mercy?" I asked. " yes" she replied. " woww, what a coincidence" I muttered as I continued driving. I decided not to take them to Hanford City because there will be alot of dangers for them.

“Stand.” Wrath doesn’t. “Mother commands.” Two words. The pack hears them. Mercy takes a step back. Rowan’s hand goes to his blade. Not to draw on Wrath. To draw on me. “Stand down,” I snap at everyone. At no one. The gold light is gone from my arms, but the weight of it stays. “No one’s commanding anyone.” “Are you sure?” Moira asks. She’s still smiling. “Look at them, daughter. The Hollow know their queen.”

And in the center of it all, two people faced each other like opposing storms. A man, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same golden eyes every Veyrath seemed to have. The first heir. And a woman who could only be Moira. She was beautiful in a terrifying way wild dark hair, eyes that burned with power, wearing robes covered in symbols that writhed and moved. Her hands crackled with dark energy. “You killed her,” Moira’s voice was raw with grief. “My daughter. My child. She did nothing to you, and you slaughtered her like an animal!”