Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

she asked. “He’s Gabriel’s Beta. He’s as trust-worthy as they come.” “Sold,” Mercy said. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning.” And I’ll just pray that I don’t find what I think I’m going to find, Mercy thought to herself. Then she shuddered at the thought.

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

I lay beside her that night, yet I barely slept. After returning to the city, life quickly fell back into its usual rhythm. Work, home, meals, sleep... Everything seemed unchanged, as if that trip had been nothing more than an ordinary getaway. However, something had quietly shifted. Shanine seemed to like Phoebe even more after the trip. She brought up the vacation from time to time, praising how considerate Phoebe had been and how thoughtful she was. She even started enthusiastically planning where the three of us should travel next.

Prompt from Teetee Summary: As a werewolf who watched his parents get killed by vampires, Laty vowed to take revenge on the species. However, the goddess had another plan for him. And that plan included having a vampire mate. ******* Laty was frustrated with the mission they sent him on. Out of all the soldiers in the palace, Supreme Prince Fern had to send him to the border! He wanted so badly to be sent to Galizma. But no, he had to be sent to this goddess-forsaken place. He kicked the sand in anger as he took a step toward the camp he just erected.

“And what did she do this time, Mira?” I swallow hard, as the weight of it is nearly too much to carry alone. “She just donated billions to support the foundation.” “I don.. I don’t know what to say. Has she reached out yet?” “No not yet, I hope she finds the happiness she’s searching for,” “Seee.. told you you weren’t a monster. You have a kind heart Mira. I sure hope so too.” “I should go..” “Go where?” “Greece.. to go see her and…”

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

The Fleet Of Beast from Aeternum frequently visit Dukedom Of Merrica, they will send supplies 3 times a week and thanks to the Mercenary Company 'The Maidens' who used the same Fleets everywhere they go the Fleet of Beast, the beast they use also become well known for their tameness and gentle nature despite their fierce looks and angry growl, a lot of traveler and villager have experience of riding the beast as the Aeternum Super Store and The Maidens sometimes offer to give a ride to them as they were heading the same way. "Ohh that's right...I never rode that bulky one..but see that large one behind it?…I've rode it before as they were heading there from my village…it was quite comfy insi

“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?”

And still I held back, shaking, my teeth hovering at her throat, knowing that one heartbeat more would damn us both. Somewhere, in a softer part of the world, a siren complained about a different man’s mistake. The sound dragged a thread through my hearing that caught on a nail of memory: the boy in the alley the night before, the way his breath had paused when mine continued, the way my mouth had refused to stop until my will had arrived late. I have learned too many sermons to pretend I don’t know the text of this one. Mercy is not nice. Mercy is breaking yourself where it matters to save someone else’s music.

Arth took a step to block my path. I thought he was trying to pass by, so I moved to the left, but he blocked me again. Confused, I looked up at him. “First time.” “……What?” I didn’t understand, so I asked again. After a brief silence, Arth’s stiff expression softened, and he suddenly smiled brightly. “Elias.” “……?” “I’ve never been recruited to a club before.” “Ah.” “I just transferred in. Today, I was unpacking.” “Ah, I see.”