Wolves Of Mercy Falls Novels & Stories

Moonlight began to fill the courtyard and as moonlight touched the men, Chloe wasn't gawking at muscles anymore. The three soldiers began howling, their voices neither human nor wolf, but full of terror and pain. Blake fell to his knees, Joel and Evan writhing on the ground as though they were being burned alive. They pawed at their faces, scratching and tearing at the skin as fur started to appear. The older wolves stood in a protective circle. She could see Arthur kneel, whispering words of encouragement. Whatever he said seemed to help, as they stilled their hands, but their howling continued.

Just then the flash of a lightly colored animal pounces in front of me, the bang of the gun firing, the whimper of the animal who lays atop the beta. I clutch my stomach, feeling as if I had been shot again, but when I look, there’s no blood, no wound. My eyes find the small lightly colored animal, which I can clearly see is a wolf. The air around the wolf shimmers, revealing Hope’s naked body and a wound in her abdomen that’s bleeding out. The beta lay silently and still on the ground beneath her. My heart drops and I rush to her side. “Hope?” Her name rolls off my tongue with anguish and stupor. She had shifted into a wolf form and saved my life.

I struggled to my feet, panicked. Behind her, more wolves appeared, as if she commanded them. They all howled at once to the moon, a deep, piercing chorus that made my heart seize. I scanned desperately for Martin, praying he was near. Then I saw him—a wolf with pitch-black fur and golden-brown eyes. Relief flickered, but then reality crushed it. He stood among Tara’s pack, making no move to come to me. His gaze passed over me as though I were a stranger. Tears burned my cheeks, streaming so fast and hard I feared my skin would hold the marks forever.

"Come back to me. Please...I need you." His eyes darkened as he let loose another growl, pulling me towards him more, a look of confusion and pain on his face. I could tell his wolf was screaming at him to stop, I could see how lost he was from whatever Tally had done to him. Knowing I didn't have long, I pulled him towards me and slammed my lips to his, kissing him deeply. I let all of my emotions out through the kiss, hoping he could use them to come back. For a moment he just froze, seeming torn between returning the kiss or pulling away and moving to try and kill me once more.

She suggested, willing to be diverted from her own woes. “It’s the magic. Magic tastes bad. Werewolves are only just palatable. I suppose I could try eating vampire…” Mercy speculated, her eyes narrowing as they ran over Meguitte. “But, nah.” She shrugged and looked away, and Meguitte felt something a little like relief. “A wolf doesn’t feel guilty for killing a deer. I’m a predator. My prey is just different. So if a wolf deserves to live,” she lifted her chin. “So do I.”

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.” “I’m trying. That’s all I can promise right now. I’m trying.” I want to believe him so badly it makes my chest ache. But I’ve been here before too many times to let myself hope without reservation. I’ve watched him get clean and relapse and get clean again enough times that I’ve learned to protect myself from the crash when it comes. “Just keep trying. That’s all any of us can do.” Another pause, longer this time. “Mara said you’re working live-in now. Some rich family.”

she whispered, “have blind spots.” My blood turned to pure ice. I spun on my heel to run, but the forest split open before my claws could even extend. Five massive, black-furred wolves burst from the thicket, moving with a silent, tactical coordination that could only belong to elite northern mercenaries. I lashed out blindly, my elbow striking the first wolf squarely across its snout with a wet crack, but two more slammed into my chest, their immense weight driving me hard into the damp earth.

They punch through the cell, through the air, through the second between Mercy’s command and her wolves’ obedience. No throats crushed. No bones snapped. Not yet. Just bound. Wrapped. Pinned. Six Duskbane wolves hit the wall and the floor, gasping, alive, immobilized. Mercy gets the wall. Hard. The syringe in her hand shatters. Black fluid eats stone. “You were saying?” I ask. Wrath already has the key out. He fits it to the lock. No hesitation now. His choice is made. “Alpha’s orders were a stage,” he says while it turns. “He needed the pack to see her. To see you break out for them, not for power.”

"If the older thing calls... I can make it quiet forever. I can make the floor stop moving." "No, Leo," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’ve spent enough." The ground buckled. A new fissure tore open fifty yards away—not a crack in the ice, but a wound in the bedrock. A crimson-black mist coiled out, a gravitational pull that made the Mercy wolves fall to their knees, their lungs failing as the air turned to lead.