Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

“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.

"We're travelers, as I mentioned. We've learned to be prepared for various situations - illness, injuries, difficult weather. It's not uncommon for merchant families to carry basic healing supplies." "Especially when you have children or elderly relatives traveling with you," the man added. "Though in our case, it's more about being prepared for emergencies." I looked down at Sena, who had gone completely limp in my arms. Her breathing was shallow, and even unconscious, she seemed to be fighting waves of nausea. The practical part of my mind recognized that these strangers might be our best option for getting her the help she needed, but my instincts continued to whisper warnings about trust

And when he does, I’ll be ready. I pull back, cupping Mercy’s face in my hands and looking deep into her eyes. “I need you to promise me something, Mercy. No matter what happens, no matter what you hear or what anyone tells you, you stay the hell away from that woman and her people. You understand?” She nods, her bottom lip trembling slightly. I can see it in her eyes: she trusts me. She’s afraid, but she has faith in me. “Be careful,” she whispers.

Chapter 27 Arrival The sentinel merguardians, vigilant protectors of Tritania's borders, spot the approaching group and swiftly swim out to meet them. Aros, the Head of the Merguard, takes the lead and signals to his fellow merguardians to offer assistance. As he approaches the travelers, he extends a warm welcome and signs, "Good tides to you travelers. I am Aros, Head of the Merguard. Allow us to escort your pod to the healing cove. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit to Tritania?"

Darius and John set off early, leaving their pack behind as they headed west. John's eyes widened in surprise as they approached a shiny black Land Rover – modern and equipped with all the latest gadgets. "Don't look so surprised," Darius said to his mate, a raised eyebrow. "How did you think we moved around?" John flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I... I guess I didn't really think about it," he admitted. "I just assumed..." Darius chuckled, patting John's hand reassuringly. "We have a garage with cars for pack members who work in towns and for emergencies," he explained. "Plus, we have buses if we need to go and assist another pack. Did you think we lived like non-humans?"

“I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.” My hands are still in my lap. I don’t reach for it, just stare at the folder. “The position is live-in,” she continues. “But I’m willing to be flexible. Four days a week at the estate. Three days you’re free to maintain your work at the hospital, your personal life, whatever you need. I understand you have family obligations.” I blink. “How did you know I—” “I did my research, Miss Brennan.” She opens the folder. Slides a sheet of paper toward me. “Your mother is a patient at St. Mercy’s. Stage four cancer. Surgery scheduled for…” She glances at the paper. “Well. Pending funding, I assume.”

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

Mercy, mercy the heavens They scream They shout Why you don't have hands Just mouth Work on this land Mercy is never heard Aloud From anywhere around From nowhere, it surrounds Earth You know it You disable An able man Fit for work You disable him So much He cannot even work Mercy, Mercy the God God is great You told us many days But problems on Earth Didn't end Didn't end tyranny Seen, unseen Heard, unheard What is human worth? Hey Church What is human worth?

" I looked around at the faces I had once known so well, now twisted with mockery and scorn. So, this is what our so-called friendship was worth? Did none of them have a shred of loyalty? Were they all this spineless? All I had done was try to leave early because I had something important to do, yet they humiliated me again and again. I didn't care if they called me poor or mocked my clothes. But Mabel? She was so arrogant that she threatened to erase me from existence. Was this what wealth did to people? The richer they got, the colder their hearts became. I had always worked hard, gotten good grades, and treated people with kindness. Even when someone provoked me, I usually just laughed it

"I didn't know what to expect when I met you again but I can tell you you were not supposed to leave this ship alive. But you have a good reason. I'll keep you alive so you can find your redemption." "I know you don't need to hear this but I appreciate it." The Boss shrugged with a grin. "Do you know what the good book says? You find a good woman and you find a good thing but it doesn't happen to all men, find a woman, and your redemption. You are one of the lucky ones. If returning those items will give you peace then by all means help yourself. Although I do confess the Monet is no longer here. It goes on sale in the next few days and I will be bidding. But that doesn't mean that I will go