Sisters Of Quiet Mercy Novels & Stories

Trista said, as she and her sisters start to circle the girls. “Your first mistake is thinking that I would allow mosquitoes to kill me. Your second mistake is thinking you outnumbered us.” Rayne said, as Misty stepped outta her, carrying a whip of her own. The sisters gasped stepping back, bumping into each other like they were in a horror film. “What are you?” One of the sisters said looking in disbelief. “They're the reason you should have just walked away, but now you about to die.” Charms said peeking around her mother's hips. Lucky pushed her back behind her not wanting the sisters to even look at Charms.

Bohden threw back his head and laughed, he was impressed by his little sister's bitchy detective skills, she always gets it right. He was starting to think that it might be one of her superpowers too. He finished his drink when his laughter died down, "Fine, so let's get down to business. What would it take to keep your mouth shut?" There has to be something that she needed to not have to break the thing to their mother yet. This cunning little demon! "Mhh….I think you know what I want brother" she winked at him. Bohden glared at her for a while, thinking it over and shook head at last. "No, anything but that, Liza" he refused firmly. What she wanted could be very dangerous if exposed to thi

His silver eyes were focused on the horizon, where a fleet of ships—made of white wood and starlight-sails—was approaching from the Eastern sea. "The other Queens?" I asked, handing Hope to Leo. He took the child with a reverence that bordered on fear. Even Leo, the Architect of the Ninth Cycle, seemed dwarfed by the presence of the Twelfth Cycle child. "They call themselves the Sisters of the Meridian. They’ve felt the pulse of the Foundry’s destruction, and they’ve come to see if the 'Anomaly' is a messiah or a mistake". We walked out onto the beach. The Grey Pack was gathered in a semi-circle, their new, iridescent fur glowing in the morning light. Kael and Silas stood at the head of the

He was the one who could talk you into jumping off a bridge and make you think it was your idea. The Mercer Brothers. Six years. It had been six years since I’d seen them. Since the day of my brother’s funeral, when Silas had looked me in the eye and told me I was poison, that I needed to leave their world before I got killed. They looked... harder. Bigger. The boyish charm was gone, replaced by a ruthless masculinity that made my mouth go dry. They radiated power. Dark, terrifying, seductive power. I should turn around. I should hide. If they saw me, if they saw the "good girl" Ivy in a place like this, wearing a dress like this...

A quiet filled the village square, sharp and deadly. From the tree line, figures emerged. They moved with a unison that was deeply unnerving, their footsteps making no sound on the hard earth. They wore robes of grey and undyed wool, and their faces were placid, devoid of emotion. They carried no visible weapons, and their leader was a woman with hair the colour of frost and eyes that were the flat grey of a winter sky. The Silent Sisters. Alistair’s archivists. Ronan’s healers.

Thea was short and curvaceous with sun kissed skin, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Penny was tall with impossibly long legs, she had beautiful dark, bronze skin, hazel eyes and a wild array of raven curls and Aggie too was quite tall but curvy with fiery red hair, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. They were each designed to be the perfect specimen of a woman, even without their sirens call, any many would struggle to not find them irresistible. “We are sisters by circumstance, not by blood,” Penny smiled at Lissa. “Well, Bellamy is my brother by blood, unfortunately,” Lissa rolled her eyes eliciting a chuckle from Penny.

"She only acted nice in front of our parents! When they were not looking, she would provoke me on purpose. She would practice grinding near me, using the metal sounds to set me off!" "She even put things in my suppressant to make my episodes worse!" I floated nearby, watching my sister's twisted expression. Every word she said was backwards. The Guard narrowed his eyes. "Iris Vance, you need to understand that everything you say now is being recorded. Your sister is already dead. Do you really want to keep lying about her?"

"I just need some quiet. I'll see you guys in the office tomorrow morning." "Get some rest, Damaris," Selah said softly, her left hand coming up to touch Damaris's shoulder. The raw, uncut black diamond promise ring glinted under the chandelier, a blinding reminder of the beautiful future they were all trying to build. "You’ve earned it." Damaris nodded, not trusting her voice to speak again. She turned and walked toward the exit, her pace quickening with every step until she was practically rushing through the grand lobby.

Emma asked calmly, “Is there something you want to ask, Third Sister?” Erica hesitated, as if she had something difficult to say, something hard to deal with. After a long pause, she opened and then closed her mouth, struggling with what she had to say. Finally, she uttered, “I... I want to ask... Third Sister, is it true that Fifth Sister wanted to harm you, which led to this?” The fourth sister, who usually appeared as if she were made of wood, unexpectedly showed some sensitivity. Emma calmly shifted her gaze and said, “What’s the matter?”

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.