Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

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."

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."

He saw a black-haired man with eyes equally as dark. *** "Demaron." Moira whimpered fearfully. Lurching up on her elbows to catch up the coverlet. "I didn't know you were coming!" The man shook with rage. Bloodied dagger dripping over the bedding as he leaned over Moira. Bast blinked blearily a few times, feeling himself waning with every broken beat of his damaged heart.

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.

"Lauren Brooks! You set me up! You knew there were Key deer in the forest, didn't you? You refused to lend me the drone on purpose." Looking at her twisted face, I leaned closer, my voice low enough for only her to hear. "Yes. I knew. And I also know… your life is over." The police cars roared out of the campsite, leaving behind clouds of dust. Melissa's cries echoed through the valley. Her livestream chat had already turned against her, filled with curses and support for the Department of Forestry. "She brought this on herself. She deserves it!" "Some people would really do anything for clicks, including sacrificing their morals. She deserves to go to prison and reflect."

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.

Moira sat on the edge so she could face Angelo directly. “Honestly, it’s some kind of escape for me. I lost some very special people in a gruesome way. I know I can’t do anything for them now; so I pay it forward. I see a kid in any kind of trouble I can do something about, and I take it upon myself to get that kid out of trouble. I owe myself that, at least.” Angelo turned away from Moira and held his head in both hands. A silent interval passed. “Does Kevin remind you of one of those very special people?” Mora asked.