How Does Lords Of Mercy End?

"I told you to give up." He grabbed my wrist and twisted it, pulling me close with a tender smile. "I told you, you can't escape. You're cold. Were you chilled?" I answered with a venomous glare. "If you won't smile... I'd stitch your lips into one with a needle if I had to. I don't want to be rough. But why... does nothing ever go my way?" Even as I stayed silent, he muttered to himself as if used to it, then lifted the temperature-adjusted showerhead over my clothes. "Stop being so stubborn and talk to me already. I'm the one who's suffering here... Okay? Elias Reyes." Find out who the man is-who stole Elias 's memories and is holding him captive.

Synopsis — Shadows of Loyalty Jhonatan Alinsky spent eighteen years being groomed as heir to a mafia empire—until his second differentiation revealed a truth that shattered everything: he was an Omega. In one night, his own father cast him out into the streets, stripping him of his name, his family, his entire world. Dying and unprotected, Jhonatan stumbled straight into a dark transaction run by Glenmorrin—a cold, dangerous Alpha who ruled the city's underworld. What Jhonatan didn't know: his father owed Glenmorrin a debt, and that night, he had just become the payment he never agreed to. But the plan unravels when his own father's men come to silence him for good—forcing Jhonatan and Glenmorrin to run together, dragged into a world of betrayal and power. In the middle of their escape, Jhonatan's first heat strikes without warning, binding them together in a way neither of them planned. When Jhonatan discovers he's pregnant, his pregnancy becomes more than a secret—it becomes a weapon coveted by Glenmorrin's enemies and the family that once threw him away. Their loyalty is tested again and again, while the shadows of the past close in, threatening to destroy the only thing they've built together. In a world ruled by power and blood, Jhonatan must choose: remain a pawn in someone else's game, or rise and protect the family he just found.

A golden knight, who sacrificed his soul to save others, finds himself cursed with a darkness he does not completely understand and under the control of a dark, manipulative man. The kingdom of gold and light was built on lies. And Lux Krepts has become caught in the darkness that is their consequences. Can he be saved? Can he keep the promises he once made? Amelia Vermello was just a girl who loved in a boring village. She did not care about golden cities or battles of good and evil. All she wanted was for her golden night to come home and smile at her like he used to. But instead, her Village is burned to ash by a shadow of the man she once knew. Will she forget about her precious knight? Or will she overlook the darkness that is attempting to consume his soul. More importantly, will the country of Estaban en Terra, be able to survive the armies of the maleficent Villian, or will everything fall into darkness?

Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man. Until the day everything was taken from him. His wife murdered. His daughters stolen. And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved. But death did not end his story. Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain: power in exchange for completing a mission in the future. A mission he did not understand. He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed. Four hundred years had passed. His family long gone. Their killer long dead. And Alaric… could no longer die. Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost. But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again. Instead of the past… Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential. In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer. He is a rising lord. A conqueror. A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king— a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth. As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago: To reclaim his fate… To break his immortal curse… To rewrite the destiny stolen from him… He must rise as the Immortal King. The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule.

In a world of wars and betrayals, a world of racism and injustice, a world that applies the law of the jungle, a world ruled by force, only the strong write history. Religions and beliefs multiplied, and there were many gods, each sect believes in the god it deems powerful. The strong been worshiped and the weak waits for someone to protect him ,All this has produced for us one belief that has become one of the pillars in all religions. Most religions adopt the idea of ​​the "Savior", which claims in short that the world will remain full of evil and corruption until the appearance of the "Savior" who will fill the earth with justice and equity... Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. This is the story of the man who came from the western land and became the "Savior" only to destroy this belief. The man who thirsts for power reached its highest levels, and there he found the absolute truth behind what is called good and evil. How did he transform from a hero and king looking for justice to a man thirsting for power and revenge, from an innocent man to a man who might stain his fists with the blood of the gods if necessary, from a weak man to a man who rules the heavens and what is below.

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.