Moira X Mercy Novels & Stories

"Lady Matilda." "Mr. James," she replied, smiling warmly. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" "Meet Bisila," he said, gesturing toward her. "She’s the newest addition to our household. She'll be in charge of caring for my daughter-in-law." Lady Matilda’s smile widened, though Bisila could sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. "Welcome, young lady. It’s a pleasure to meet you." "You too, Matilda," Bisila replied with a nod.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

"If they are so evil, why haven't you already dealt with them?" "Because Mojerio is my cousin, he saved my mom from Valir eleven years ago. We owe him a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid," he explicated. "Mojerio is like Israel, but they are very much different creatures. Israel can read anyone's history, but there are some exceptions, like a silver werewolf and rare creatures. While Mojerio can sense anyone's strength and ability." Feeling shocked, I stayed rigid as I endeavored to absorb this newfound information.

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”

She shrugged, holding unto her toes on the couch. "Welcome to the orphan world," Xavier added, with his arms opened quite wide. Bethany watched him with surprisingly less feeling of pain this time compared to the past few days. Yeah! She's an orphan now and no matter how she cries, they won't come back. It's hard, really. knowing she won't be able to see her Dad again. The only solution to this excruciating pain and depression is to cherish all the memories she had shared with them in her heart. Her thoughts faded and a beautiful smile crept into her face. Gently, she leaned for a hug while clutching onto her knees, Her side view perfectly resting on Xavier's chest. He, who wasn't expecting

“Morwenna believes this is final act.” I angled my head. “She doesn’t need me anymore,” s she whispered. “I saw you bleeding, and I simply realized that my silence was just another type of violence.” She stepped closer, her hands trembling as she cupped my face, I am so sorry,” she said “For what my mercy created.” I shook my head quickly. “ No, you were only being a mother, you did nothing wrong” Her lips parted but before she could answer, pain lanced through her chest, she gasped

Others bled from their eyes. Lira fell to her knees, convulsing. The Horax emerged from the mist, cloaked in stolen moonlight, eyes gleaming with power they no longer revered. “You went too far, Lira,” Tamar said, voice trembling with emotion. “You turned justice into execution.” “You betrayed your oath,” Serik growled. “And so we return it to the stars.” Lira lifted her head. Her eyes blazed one last time. She roared, summoned what magic remained, and released a blast that turned half the battlefield to glass. Several Horax were incinerated instantly.

She had no idea that she’d become his to keep. My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter—and I am the Mafia’s Mercy. I’m gonna fail… I glance up at the clock as its incessant ticking reminds me that I’m almost out of time. I had spent the better part of the last two weeks studying for my Quantum Mechanics final, and though I’ve taken Adderall three times this week already, a part of me knew that no matter how long or how hard I studied, this exam would ultimately be the end of me.

He only saw my undisguised disgust and impatience, though. He finally realized then that it was completely over between us. "I'm so sorry for neglecting you all this time, Raelynn! I truly recognize my mistake now, so please give me one more chance!" I had waited my whole life for this apology, and now that I finally had it, I didn't want it anymore. Charles and Sierra, who had once been so cold toward me, also became frightened and cried hysterically. "We're sorry, Mom! We really didn't look down on you! Please don't leave us! We're truly sorry, Mom!"

My lungs felt filled with lead. "The girl is the anchor," the Priest said coldly, his eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying lack of emotion. "As long as the Tenth Life breathes, the King of Sorrows has a doorway into our world. To kill the demon, the vessel must be shattered. I will give her the mercy of a quick end." "No!" Julian’s silver eyes suddenly flickered back to the surface for a heartbeat. The black ink receded just enough for me to see his soul—tortured, bleeding, and desperately in love. "Father Silas, you promised! You said there was a ritual to separate us!"