Sienna Mercer Novels & Stories

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“Exactly. And that’s what makes her so remarkable. Sierra isn’t interested in wealth or status. She doesn’t care about superficial things. She’s built a life on her own terms, and she doesn’t let anyone dictate her path. That’s rare, Nathan. That’s genuine.” Nathan couldn’t argue with that. From what little he’d read about Sierra, she was unlike anyone else they’d encountered. Her academic achievements, her leadership skills, and her dual life as a respected student and “The Circuit Queen” in the underground racing world were all testaments to her resilience and determination. She was, without a doubt, exceptional.

Sienna Johnson—or Sienna Marino, if anyone dared use the name she’d reclaimed—was moving through my empire like a ghost, quiet, precise, and dangerous. I clenched my jaw, the tension coiling in my chest. Shadows, she called herself. Elusive. Untouchable. But shadows could be caught. Shadows could be broken. And I would break her. No matter the cost.

Nothing except rage and desperation and a burning need to make her feel even a fraction of the pain she'd caused me. I pulled up a map of Manhattan, studying the route between Preston Academy and Sienna's penthouse. There was a stretch of Lexington Avenue with limited security cameras. A blind spot where the buildings were older, where renovation meant the surveillance systems were offline. I could make the grab there without being immediately identified. My phone buzzed again. Marcus. "Seriously though, Hart's son being obsessed with her? That's some messed up shit. Feel bad for her." I stared at the message. Feel bad for her. Everyone always felt bad for Sienna. Poor Sierra Hart, the victi

She slowly lifted her head, her sunken, dark eyes fixing on Aria. Sienna’s gaze tracked over the elegant, pristine gray wool of Aria's cloak. She looked at the silver and moonstone ring catching the dim light pouring through the shattered windows. She looked at the healthy, radiant glow of Aria’s skin, and the silver-blonde hair that fell in perfect, silken waves. Most of all, Sienna looked at the sheer, unshakeable sovereignty radiating from Aria's posture. "You," Sienna whispered, her voice cracking. "The little medical assistant. The girl who used to flinch if a warrior looked at her too long."

Serenity's heart trembled with excitement. "Mom, go pick out the clothes. This is the first time I've seen my son. I have to give him a gift." "Yes, you are tight." Serenity quickly answered. Sienna picked up all the skirts and casually said, "Mom, guess who I met on the show today?" "Who is it?" Serenity asked curiously. "Skylar, she returned and became an unfashionable fashion designer." Sienna replied gently. Serenity sneered, "What did she come back for? Have you met?"

Now that Sienna had been exposed, she snatched the phone from Connor’s hand and smashed it onto the floor. “So what if I broke it myself?” She lifted her chin, her face twisted with resentment. “What all of you did to her was far worse than anything I ever did. “I only hated her the same way you did.” Her eyes turned cold. “She was cursed. She deserved to die. And she had a System.” Then she smiled. “I’m the heroine of this world.” Sienna and Ethan suddenly raised their heads at the same time. Their gazes locked onto the place where my spirit hovered.

Everyone looked confused at the question. “I know you are half mermaid but I can't figure out the other half”, Selene clarified. Sienna smiled, her Luna is very attentive. “I am half mermaid from the Kingdom of Delmare and half Angel. My mother was a fallen angel and my dad is a warrior”, she answered proudly. “Welcome to our family”, they all said at the same time. Sienna was happy to have found her mate, she already loves Ava so much. She was happy to be a part of a family again.

“Security’s insane. Even the Syndicate wouldn’t be dumb enough to start blasting in front of the city’s top dogs. We have not to look homeless and wait it out.” We tried to blend in. Which, yeah, good luck when you look as if you crawled out of a sand trap. We were halfway into the hall when I spotted this little crowd clustered around the “Elite Tier” area. Right in the middle stood a woman who seemed like she’d been carved out of a beauty magazine. Tall, sharp, fitted suit and hair pulled so tight into a pack it probably gave her a headache. Sienna. And the second I saw her, memories hit me like a truck. Not even my memories, which was the weird part. In my last life, Sienna was my idol. S

"Since I want your assistance. I... I don't have the foggiest idea what to do." I felt a twinge of something similar to feel sorry for as I checked out at the wrecked lady before me. Sienna had forever been driven by her aspiration, her craving for power and status. Be that as it may, presently, she appeared to be little, defenseless - a long way from the heartless she-wolf who had almost obliterated all that we held dear.