The Mercies Novels & Stories

They were all flushing with smiles while I grimaced. “Make us proud, Olga. There is red lingerie in the bathroom, use it.” Mother whispered as she walked out of the room with her battalion of entourage. I was alone, on the bed, waiting to be devoured by the predator himself, the Dark angle of Merciless death. I just wished he could have mercy on me but I guess I was expecting too much from someone who was known to be mercilessly even in death. Unexpectedly, the door flips open. I raised my head and it was Antonio with his usual cold gaze and emotionless countenance. He was covered in blood and his white shirt was now red. I watched with my jaw dropped…

Mercy turned and glared at Lily. Mercy was by far the youngest member of this group, but an essential member of it, nonetheless. A perky blonde that looked like she belonged on a cheerleading team, she was upbeat and bubbly. She was also wonderfully manipulative, could get someone to betray his own family, and all with an empathetic smile on her young face.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

The man was stronger than me, like a beast. “One day of being good, and then back to square one? It’s fun to mess with you, but you should know your limits.” “F—fuck you…… Ugh…… Ugh…….” “I was going to show you mercy if you behaved.” “…….” “You have to pay for trying to do something bad.” He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me off the bed.

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

“A dear friend helped me, a minister who was on his way home to Preston. I wanted to seek your help. He took pity on my plight and let me ride with him.” “Why did you come to this kind of institution instead of to my home?” “The minister insisted this would be the safest place, Mercy.” “But Kat, why would a minister leave you in such a God-forsaken place?” “He says I have melancholy. Dr. McClain agrees.” Tears filled Mercedes’ eyes, but she forced herself to take control of her emotions. Her sister didn’t belong here, and Mercedes would not allow her to stay. She straightened her shoulders. “What do you want me to do? How can I get you out?”

“Are you afraid of me? You know I’d never hurt you. You’re valuable to me.” “You could have shown them mercy,” Hayden murmured, looking a little faint. I knew what was about to happen and I caught him by his waist in time right as his knees buckled. “You’re a monster.” “Mercy is for men who haven’t killed a soul in their life. Mercy is for those who don’t have a choice. But they had theirs, Hayden.” I moved my hands over his torso. He shivered at my touch and I saw his face become flushed.

“Good. Then answer this— The mercy you’re asking from me… is it worth more than the one Mother gave you?” Her words crack something deep inside me. Mercy? When Mother cast me out, banished me before the tribe—was that mercy? The memory claws open again. Maybe it was. Maybe exile was her mercy. Nyvrae leans closer, voice cutting low. “Will your mercy restore our pride? Our honor? Our peace? Our land? Will it put Mother back on her feet?” The weight of it crushes me. My foolish heart—every breath I spent loving Varyn—turns to stone inside my chest. Every ecstasy, every promise, ashes.

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken