Between Wrath And Mercy Novels & Stories

“I was there when she was crafted. I know her all too well, and I can kill her without breaking a sweat. You see the thing, Susan, people like your mother understand power, which is why she barely uses it, or more accurately, uses it with wisdom. She’s the trident of the blood sea. Did you know? Here is the only place she can’t see. And why? Because I am here. Humans made me. Unforgiveness makes me smile. Then, there’s nothing to hide the one lacking mercy from me. Forgive your mother, and maybe, I won’t see you.” Susan grinned at Mercy. “I highly doubt that.” Mercy chuckled. “Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgi

I say, “to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Rhea is not darkness, she is the girl who taught me that dawn can live inside night.” Something fractures in the Goddess’ expression like a hairline crack of sorrow, or fury, or both. “Then your purpose ends.” Wind howls through the rotunda, though no doors are open. The mural overhead spasms, constellations peeling apart like ruptured skin. I brace, understanding the price of my defiance, but still I whisper, “Have mercy.” *** Mercy does not come.

"It's YOU again. You piece of trash. Always lying, always stirring up drama between Della and Mom. Scheming little brat. Why don't you just die already?" Clint—the youngest—looked me dead in the eye, full of disgust. "Thanks to your favoritism, Della almost ended her life. And you're still standing here? Go home right now and tell her she's the only princess in this family. If something happens to her, I'll never forgive you!" My heart thundered. My sons—blindly defending a cheating father and his side chick's kid. I gritted my teeth. "Do you even know the kind of people you're defending?"

“You could’ve finished him. You didn’t. That wasn’t strategy. That was… something else.” Cruz’s grip on the wheel tightened. He could still feel Rafe’s throat under his palms, the railing groaning beneath them, the moment he could’ve ended it all. He heard Nova’s voice again, soft but sharp in his skull: If you kill him in hate, you become him. “I had my reasons,” Cruz muttered. Blade barked a laugh. “Reasons? Damn, you sound like Gray now. Next you’ll be talking about mercy.” Gray’s eyes narrowed. “Mercy doesn’t mean weakness, Blade. It means control.”

I had to clear their minds, they can't be thinking about my Avy, they don't even know what I had to go through to have her and I'm not even complaining, just showing how important she was to me and nobody was to lay a finger on her, not even my family. "Goodness son! We understand you so please keep your anger to yourself because none of us would be touching her, let's get out of here you two" said the woman and started to walk out of the room, head held high, her two children followed her out after gazing at the little human behind their brother, there was a pure lust for her blood in their eyes but they wouldn't dare to go against my words. I shut my eyes to calm the volcano inside of me,

Doubt coursed through Xena's mind as she watched the hulking man, hoping against hope for a shred of mercy. But alas, mercy was a stranger in his eyes, replaced instead by a seething anger that simmered beneath his burly exterior. With a thunderous rise, he towered over her, his gaze landing on the unfortunate canvas of clothes stained with vomit. At that moment, his anger exploded into a deafening cacophony that reverberated through the entire room, sending shivers down the spine of all who bore witness.

She wasn’t just speaking to Dennise now, she was daring me, demanding me, as her mate, to choose justice over mercy. And I stood there, caught between two truths that could not coexist. The woman who was accused And the woman who carried vengeance. The wolf inside me howled. And I… couldn’t move. “She should be killed.” Hessa’s fury was a wildfire, her voice shaking the room. “Life must be paid with life. She killed my mother. She deserves to die.” Dennise sobbed and held at my feet, her words cracking with despair. “Please!” Their voices clashed like steel, echoing inside me until my skull throbbed. My wolf pressed hard, snarling for blood one moment, whining for mercy the next. The bond, t

“Not because everything is magically fixed, but because you chose honesty over pride. You did harm, but you did right today. And that counts for something.” A shaky breath escaped her, like the ground had shifted under her but in a gentler direction. The pack members lingering nearby exchanged stunned glances. Some whispered. But their expressions weren’t disapproving, they looked… impressed. Hopeful, even. Forgiveness, in their eyes, wasn’t weakness. It was a new kind of strength. One of the warriors murmured, “This is what leadership should look like.” Another nodded. “Mercy creates loyalty. Fear doesn’t.”

“You will be absolved.” Forgiven? For things I never even did? I shook my head so hard it made the world blur. “No. Absolutely not.” My voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “You think you’re giving mercy, but all you’re doing is spreading hate. You’re repeating the same cycle that destroyed you in the first place. You want revenge? On wolves who weren’t even alive when whatever war you’re obsessed with happened?” I stepped forward despite the danger. “You want justice? This isn’t justice. This is madness.”

“This is enough.” Eyes followed me now. Warriors—some panting, some slick with blood—looked torn between instinct and obedience. “There is no more need for violence,” I continued. “You’ve already won.” I tightened my hold on Daniella, her head resting limply against my shoulder. “These people may have rebelled, but they are still pack. They share our blood. They were born under the same moon as us.” My throat burned. “Sometimes strength is not shown by slaughter, but by mercy. By knowing when to stop.”