The Mercies Novels & Stories

"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

Something the other packs would never offer. Mercy. And this time… I choose to keep it.

Similar to the individual pausing for the other person to finish up using the bathroom. The breeze is silent after the conflict. The beast moaned as it needs rest. I felt empathy for the beast that they manipulate her life within the barricade instead of enduring out beyond - they should feel ashamed. Both of us suddenly heard the screech of the gate gradually opening vertically like earlier. The tension came once more. I heard a soft to rough growl through the darkness after the gate unlocks. From the waiting - the waiting thrilled me to see whom we will fight beyond the gated cell. The waiting is over as the other beast reveals as the light pours down. It's she as well - Merinda said throu

Endless peace, and the lingering echo of the woman who saved my soul. My Mercy.

“Like I said, I’m not here to fight. I only want to understand why.” Mercy’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it to get your attention,” she said quietly. Ken froze for a moment, confused by her words. “You did it to get my attention?” He shook his head slowly. “What, Mercy? Before now, have I ever owed you anything? Do you even know how much I invested in this? You just woke up one day and decided to ruin everything?” Mercy broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. “I allowed my emotions to take over me,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

“You’d be better off staying here instead of running off into the woods every chance you get. Your husband isn’t going to allow you to shift all day and ignore your duties at home.” “I’m not married yet, Mercy.” She crosses her arms over her breasts, scowling at me. Her dark brown, glossy hair is swept back away from her impossibly beautiful face. She’s tall and lithe. Graceful. Lovely. But her soul is rotten, and she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my life. “You will be after this year’s Harvest Festival. Hardan of Navvan is going to give father six goats for you.” I wipe my bloody hands on my dress, turning to her. “And to think I’m only worth four. He must really like me.”

“I will.” She turned back to the altar, tracing her fingers along the sigil. The frost beneath her touch shimmered, spreading outward like breath across glass. “Then write this too,” she said softly. “Mercy is not weakness. It is the strength to stay kind in a world that wants you cruel.” Elias bowed his head. “I’ll remember.”

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.

“We misled Mercy into the belief that the supernatural were not edible, and they taste differently enough to be off putting, which is why those that are stray do target humans and not supernatural, however, meat is meat, ultimately.” “I am afraid that the early days of this condition and his own guilt have somewhat… disturbed Leighton’s thinking,” she picked up the second cup and took a sip. “He has never recovered from that first time… And I cannot blame him for that. It has taken me a very long time to come to terms with it myself. However, this flood has exposed many of the flaws in our lives, not the least that Mercy is very, very unhappy. As is understandable. She is a young woman who h