Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

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"A baby, born to this life. Come on, Karl. How would you feel having me follow you everywhere, heavy with child?" Now, she was educating him, and she was correct. "I see your point," Karl said. "It's a bitter drink," Lexi said. "Hence, why I asked if you desire something more than this. I know you can afford it. I read today that the Night Witch is the third richest mercenary group on the continent."

“Protected routes. Vitale escorts and neutral oversight. No tariffs for three months. Mercer caravans move unimpeded. Any banditry will be treated as treason.” Several scribes were already writing so fast their ink blotted. “And we compensate the Mercers directly,” Damian added, voice steady. “Coin. Grain. Medical supplies. Repair crews. Not charity. Repayment.” Someone finally managed, “Your Majesty… repayment for what, exactly?” Damian didn’t miss a beat. “For my army crossing their land,” he said simply. “For the blood spilled on their border. For the damage incurred in a war they did not ask for.” The words landed hard.

After the trip to the nursing home, Maisie took me back to the hospital. But I started vomiting blood uncontrollably before we could even make it. Her face went pale with fright, and she wiped the blood from my mouth in a panic. "Hold on, Tristan. We're almost there. Please don't leave me, alright? I'm sorry I messed up. I swear I'll never hurt you again…" Her tears kept falling as she spoke, and she stepped harder on the gas.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

“He asked for mercy for the first captured towns. He fears the people will turn cold if we are too cruel.” I looked at him then. The room was bare except for maps, cups, and a small bowl of dried figs. “Bram, we will not be cruel for cruelty’s sake. But we will be precise. Mercy is a tool. Use it poorly and the Spirit World eats it. Use it well and it heals.” He smiled and tapped his staff. “That is what I mean.”

Mercy, in that world, is the silence. He sent me back with a mission: convert as many as I could. At first, we scraped together a few bitter souls; bitter exiles, abused recruits, those who’d been ground down by pack life. Then we met the witch. Along with her came the beast; a werewolf like me, all scars and furious purpose. People came. Word spread, and with each recruit, our resolve hardened into structure.

“It’ll get us to a gas station, but we lose time. Mercy insists we get there before 7:00am. We’re already three hours out. We can’t afford the delay.” I grabbed my phone. “I’m calling her.”(mercy) In the encrypted chat, Mercy’s name appeared in red. I tapped it and typed: “Flat tire. Spare won’t fit. Need tow or replacement.it will be delayed.” I hit send, then stared at the ceiling, willing someone to fix this. Within seconds, Mercy replied: “Unacceptable. Hire another vehicle immediately. I’ll cover any cost. Get there before 7:00am I want that witch captured.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve already handled everything. Don’t worry about Joe. He’s got enough charges to fill a book, and with his sentence, he won’t ever breathe fresh air again.” The sunlight outside was warm and golden. Spring was coming. Under the shade of lush green trees, someone waved at me. “Miss Moore, would you like to go on a walk with me?”