Novel & Cerita Moira X Mercy

Not anymore. The moment we landed on the hellhound territory outskirts, I was hit with the overwhelming scent of dragonfire and earth magic, warm, steady, ancient. Dylan’s people. A crowd was already gathering, stepping aside respectfully as their Queen strode forward. Moira was radiant. Golden hair braided over one shoulder, her presence commanding without needing to raise her voice. The way her people looked at her was the way the hellhounds looked at Kai, like she was something more than powerful. She was theirs and then she smiled at me. Not the polite smile of a stranger or ruler, but a soft, soul-deep smile of someone who already knew me. Like she’d seen what I’d done for her son, what

“They don’t – they don’t understand. They don’t…” But Mercy didn’t let Rick finish his sentence. She grabbed his shoulder and pressed down on his arrow wound. She dug her fingers into the raw flesh. His legs buckled. She stood over him and forced him to his knees. She was ruthless in this moment. Not at all like the gentle, submissive Mercy that others knew. “Take us to her,” Mercy said, with authority. Just then, the Omega maid screamed. She had just seen Mercy’s face for the first time. She reached her hands up and touched her own deformed face. Everyone looked at the maid, and then back at Mercy.

Molly- the goddess, put us together. Moira- it will only be the bond that drags him to us, nothing else. Molly- MOIRA!!!! STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL Moira- but Molly. ........... I'm scared and umm.... not ready not after, after the rogues. Molly- (huge sigh) Moira, they are dead. Our mate would never treat us like that. But ...I understand. Molly lays down in defeat, and I pity her.

The incision, though small, represented a profound commitment to his chosen mate. Then, Moira turned to Sabrina, her eyes filled with understanding as she acknowledged the girl's humanity and the fragility of her mortal form. As the blade grazed Sabrina's palm, she couldn't help but flinch, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. The mingling of fear and exhilaration coursed through her veins, a tangible reminder of the weight of this ancient bond.

The next attack caught my shoulder. Pain exploded. Blood ran down my arm. “How long can you last?” Moira circled slowly. “Minutes? Seconds? How long before your body gives out?” I did not answer. I saved my breath for fighting. She attacked again. I blocked. The impact jarred through my arms. My blade nearly flew from my grip. “Where is the divine power now?” Moira taunted. “Where is the Luna who destroyed Vesper? Did pregnancy weaken you? Or were you always helpless without your mate?”

"You're still carrying around this crappy old thing?" Melissa sneered disdainfully at the charm, dangling it in the air. "You won't even save a dog. What's the point of having this? God isn't going to protect someone as cruel as you." "Give it back!" I scrambled to my feet and lunged toward her. Startled, Melissa stepped back, but she still hurled the charm with all her strength. It flew through the air and dropped straight into the blazing campfire.

She can’t know. “I need this job,” I say, and it’s not a lie. “My mother needs surgery. I can’t afford to quit.” Katrina nods slowly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Rosalind tells me you’ve been very patient with him. That you don’t react when he’s cruel.” “He’s grieving.” “He’s been grieving for five years.” Her voice cracks just slightly. “At some point it stops being grief and starts being something else. Something I don’t know how to reach.”

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Slowly sinking in one corner all she can do is hug herself as tears and sweat started to flow down her beautiful face. “You’re all dead, why don’t you leave me alone!” That was not an inquiry but rather an order to something, someone who cannot be seen. Order for these invisible creatures to leave her alone, that them leaving will give peace to all. Order to these voices that mocks her to go away and let her live in peace. Blood drips down her arm soaking the sleeves of her nightgown with her own blood. Morrigan’s eyes are bloodshot with traces of fear and anguish evident to her chestnut-colored eyes. Her anger slowly stirred inside of her.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.