The Mercies Novels & Stories

“And you’re his Thorn, so you’re my daughter too, if you want it.” The face in her chest snarls. “Don’t listen, you’re mine, I made you.” Mercy touches the glass. “You, made, prison.” She makes a fist. The glass cracks. The face screams. “Stop, you’ll die, the implants—” “I, choose,” Mercy says. She punches through her own chest. Blood, black and red, sprays. She pulls Gerald’s preserved head out, wires snapping. It gasps, then goes still.

11 Mercy, They Call It The message came at dawn. Not with the blunt language of threat, not with the sterile distance of policy. This one sounded like concern. We’ve noticed your sleep patterns are unstable. You don’t have to keep hurting. Mercy is available. Nori stared at the screen until the words felt like they were breathing. She hadn’t searched for help. She hadn’t reached out. She hadn’t spoken Tharien’s name out loud since Rafael told her not to. And yet the message knew her rhythms—her nights broken into pieces, her chest aching with phantom heat that flared and vanished.

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

"I am sincerely sorry. Bravery must be in your family genes." Mercy smiles at the compliment. "No harm, no foul. Maria is happy, and I'm happy to be here to see she will be okay." Mercy raises her glass. "To love, wherever you find it. And may it always save the day." We all join in. "To love."

Ambrosia told her. Mercy looked at him for a while before getting up, she went to the bathroom and washed her face then looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red. ‘Don’t worry, he will come around, Carl loves us and our pup. The Demon too, believe it or not.’ Mercy laughed at Mercia’s comment. ‘Then I will wait patiently for that day to come.’ She told her. ‘Do that but for now, let us go and take care of our devil incarnate.’ Mercy laughed at the comment. ‘Our mate is really heartless, isn’t he?’ Mercy stated. ‘that, he is’ Mercia agreed. She went out after the pep talk with her wolf and she was feeling better. Ambrosia was still standing by the door watching the baby, sh

I, however, remained silent, my head bowed, my heart a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Those words, "Forgive me, my audacity/My lady, I hope you understand," hit me like a physical blow. I knew, deep down, that the song was meant for me. I wasn't numb, I couldn't be, not after what had transpired between us. The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me.

She crossed her arms over her chest in a humph. “What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked. “I told you. I came to audition. This program – it sounds…exciting.” Mercy’s voice was high and tight, the way it always sounded when she was lying. She was hiding something, and Jonathan knew it. “Mercy,” he said softly. “Is everything okay? Back home I mean?” Mercy cast her eyes down to the floor and shook her head. “I just…I can’t stop thinking about him. Locked up in that cage. The black bracelet. He kept it all those years.”

“Things you can’t even imagine. Physical strength and skill, those things matter more than you know.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t press. She was waiting for me to say more. I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “There are things I can’t tell you. Not yet. All I need from you is patience. Trust that when the time is right, you’ll understand.” Mercy nodded, her expression thoughtful. She didn’t push further. She knew there were secrets I was keeping, but she also knew that I wasn’t ready to share them. “Alright.” She said quietly, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes.

Meshach said with a surprise and Shadrach could Not say Anything He was just so shocked, it is so emergency Jane walks close to Meshach and stares at him for some minutes "How are you doing honey?" The first thing Jane said But Meshach did not utter any word he still doesn't need her "Meshach am really sorry about whatever I have done to you please forgive me" Jane pleads "I never wanted you, and I still doesn't want you!" Meshach replied "While are you so wicked! You are a beast!, do you know what I have sacrificed for you" Jane replied angrily

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.