Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

A dog slips free of its leash and darts toward the street, only to pause at the curb, distracted by a scent, missing the wheels by inches. Small mercies. Not miracles. Just softness. As if the world has decided it is allowed to be kind when she is near. That is not how fate works. That is not how the system works. Mercy is not a default state. Mercy is an anomaly. And Nora carries it without force, without prophecy, without demanding a rewrite. She simply stays, and the world behaves differently around her. The weave still does not react. Fate is not here. That is the other wrongness.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

“Let me speak to her.” I didn’t hesitate. I put the phone on speaker. “Misty?” Amelia called. “Mommy.” Misty’s tiny voice rang out. “When are you coming to take me home?” “Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Amelia asked quickly. “Don’t worry,” the man’s voice cut in. “She’s fine. For now. But I can’t guarantee how long this… hospitality will last. You have such a beautiful daughter—lovely hair, and a perfect little body. Do you have any idea how much she’d be worth?”

She demanded but went with them compliantly towards the donation area. “I’m sorry, we do not but,” Jules kept his voice low. “The peace with the Mer is very fragile, and they were alarmed by your appearance.” “As they should be,” Mercy scowled. “If they have anything to do with why I cannot find my mother.” “Where is she normally?” Jules asked.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

Mercy hopped up and let the room service in, a tray laden with coffee and pastries. She handed a cup to Jake, who sat up eagerly. “Okay, you’ve got my attention. Start talking.”Mercy took a sip of her coffee, savoring it. “Alright, so here’s the deal. We’ve got a big day ahead, but I’m not giving away all the surprises.” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Surprises? Mercy, you know I hate surprises.”Mercy grinned. “Yeah, but you love my surprises. Just trust me on this. We’re going to the art gallery first thing. Then we’ve got a few more stops.”

I only found it disgusting. "Thank you, but I do not eat other people's leftovers." Gary froze for two seconds before saying, "Come on, you won't even be able to finish it anyway. Why are you being so petty?" I zipped up my luggage and dragged it out while saying, "Sure. I'm petty." Gary reached his hand out to stop me, asking, "The wedding is in three days. Where are you going?" I was leaving for New Siland in three days too. To avoid any further problems, I replied, "The bride and groom can't stay with each other right before the wedding, so I'm heading home."

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.

Jozef has Tariq’s arm slung over his shoulder, and is suffering it with the air of a man who has accepted that humans are messy and will never be cured. Kir looks fully relaxed for the first time since the burn protocol was enacted. We’re not safe. The things hunting us need more fingers than I have to count. Prague is going to be ugly, and Prague is only one step. After Prague there’s a whole corporation of mercenaries who are now in a worse mood than they’ve ever been in. After that we have to get back to eliminating the syndicate who’s been moving victims across borders for longer than any of us have been alive.

“What sort of dreams?” Mercy really didn’t want to think about it; they had been scary, and she didn’t want them back in her mind. Still, he seemed so intrigued, she felt like she had to say something. “I don’t know. Branches. Arms. Screaming people. Frowns….” She shook her head as she was speaking. None of it made much sense. “Just a lot of anger, I guess.” August reached over and put his hand gently on her knee. “I’m really sorry you’ve been through so much, Mercy. You don’t have to worry about any of that anymore, though, because you’re safe here.”