Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

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 don’t realize I’m crying until the tears hit my collarbone, until I have to press my sleeve against my face because they’re coming too fast to just wipe away. He trusts me. He said it out loud, made it real, gave me something I don’t deserve and can’t keep. And now there’s something to lose. ***** I’m sitting on my bed later that afternoon with Kai’s words still circling through my head when my phone buzzes. Miles. I grab it and answer before the second ring. “Miles? Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for almost a week.” “I know. I’m sorry.” His voice sounds different than the last time we talked, quieter and rougher around the edges but also more present somehow. “I’m stay

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.

As he finished speaking, his eyes landed on the first car in the convoy—mine, the one Daniel had driven over. His voice trembled. "A Vulcano Titanium! The only one in the world! You're Celia Mendoza? The legend of the financial world?" I snapped my fingers. "Bingo!" Mabel still didn't get it. "Dad, what kind of 'top-tier car' are you even talking about? Is it more expensive than your Lincoln? And why do you look so pale…" Laurence stood frozen for a moment. Then, all at once, he exploded in fury. "Are you out of your mind? She's someone you dare to mess with?"

"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

The white-capped waves that crashed along the jagged cliffs had lulled her to sleep each night, and the terrace where she read her devotionals in the mornings provided the perfect view of the Mediterranean Sea. Alexa had awoken with the sun each morning on their vacation. Jetlag and the changes in her schedule were distracting enough to send her stirring at an earlier hour than Salvatore, so she used the time to study Scripture. She and Salvatore had taken a few journeys into the nearby towns, and although they had no neighbors to observe, she knew the villages were waking with the dawn. Pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, she stared at the passage before her. Proverbs 28:13 re

Mercy says from the other end of the line. Mercy transferred from our Ohio Chapter to stay here in Kanla a few weeks before we met Beggar, it only became official two months ago. She used to be a special ops informant until her twin died four years ago after she got the wrong Intel and sixteen people dead. I call it bad judgment, our superiors said it wasn't her fault, but one thing I've always known about Mercy was that she never believed in bullshit. And we both knew it was her fault and when she asked me I told her.

Planet Mercer was a little bit different to Planet Ziion in regards to Space ship travel. In Ziion you could only land at a port and then you had to clear security to enter Ziion. In Mercer you could fly and land your ship anywhere, but you had to go through “The Portal” as they called it, your ship had to project an electronic pass that had to be obtained to come and go. Dora had already obtained one for “Mistress” so that wasn’t a problem. They were also allowed to travel a lot closer to the planet than you could in Ziion. So everyone was plastered to the closest windows so they could see Mercer and its landscapes.

“This is my daughter, Ellis.” A baby had been named after her. Merc told his own story next, how he had joined the Purists in outrage over what seemed to be happening in his church and he had believed Mitch when he said Ellis had given birth to the children of someone other than the Emperor. Merc had not had a religious epiphany when Ellis knelt next to him and carefully dabbed at his wound, but he had been moved by her compassion, moved that she would run through a mob, barefoot on the icy, rough ground, to help someone who had just been screaming slurs at her. He ended by repeating his statement that if she wasn't a Goddess herself, she was certainly a gift from Her.

Occasionally some lyrics resonated with what she still believed in: The gladdest moments is a departure into unknown lands, Never be so busy making a living that you forget to make a life, I’m a traveler who struggles with post-trip sadness, I need a cure, The curer? Another trip of course, Eventually I will settle back in….and of course start to plan my next trip because I’m a traveler and I want to explore the beautiful unknown lands and be part of the magnificent world, I have this desire to shake the dust of this crummy little town off my feet, get on the plane and go to see the world.