Between Wrath And Mercy Novels & Stories

“But what if mercy is seen as weakness? What if it emboldens others to challenge our authority?” Chacaritas smiles, a knowing look in her eyes. “True power comes not from fear, but from the ability to inspire loyalty and trust. Mercy is not weakness, my son. It is the mark of a leader who understands the value of life, even in the face of betrayal.” Wilson nods slowly, her words sinking in. He knows she is right, but the decision still feels like a heavy burden. “I’ll think about it,” he says finally. “Thank you, Mother.”

He staggered back, sat in his old chair, and stared at the walls he once filled with symbols of power. And for the first time in his empire’s history, he felt obsolete. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Mercy is not surrender. Mercy is the weapon most feared by those who’ve only known war.” “If they learn to hold hands instead of blades, they won’t become kings or gods.” “They’ll become something older. Something better.” —Aria

I manage. “Hard, how?” Her tone shifts immediately. “Is he hurting you? Because if he’s laying hands on you, you need to leave right now. Contract or no contract.” “No, it’s not that. He’s just…” I trail off, trying to find words for what this feels like. “He’s so angry. At everything. At me. And I’m trying to help him but he won’t let me and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” “You’re not doing anything wrong. He’s grieving.”

“The gate wolves won’t like that.” “Then let them bleed.” I said The room fell silent, none of the soldiers dare to speak. I knew what they were thinking, this wasn’t about power anymore but about a bond with a girl, A wound I couldn’t close. Let them think whatever they want, or fear what's coming. I don't want loyalty from them, I want obedience. “She has power now,” Blaine said carefully. “Not just strength. The kind the elders feared.” “She doesn’t know how to use it.”

“What will this one be?” “A reminder,” I said. “That power survives when it grows with mercy. That the next Luna won’t need to choose between healing and command.” I drew a line across the soil with my finger, connecting the inner beds to the crescent path. “Gentleness leads armies when it knows its worth.” Mara leaned back on her heels. “Healing is defense,” she said. “We patch the wounded so they can fight another day. The blade and the balm serve the same cause.”

I squeezed. He bucked, claws digging into my wrists. Pain shot up my arms, but I held on. “You killed me once,” I hissed. “You helped her laugh while I burned. You think I forgot?” His wolf eyes flickered. For a second, something almost human flashed there—regret? Pain? It disappeared fast. “Mercy,” he rasped, voice choked. “You always talked about mercy. Prove it.” The words hit like a slap. Mercy. The word I’d clung to in every plan, every fight. The reason I hadn’t hunted him down after our last clash. I could end this now. Snap his neck. End the threat. End the nightmares.

"Then why are you teaching me kindness? You could have let me kill that rogue yesterday." "Because there's a difference between mercy and weakness." Nyx returned to her carving. "Your mother's mistake wasn't being kind. It was being naive. She thought kindness alone could protect her. You know better. You showed that rogue mercy, but you also made sure he feared you too much to betray you." "Is that what you're teaching me? To be kind and terrifying?" "I'm teaching you to survive." The knife resumed its steady work. "Kindness is a luxury you can afford only when you're strong enough to defend yourself. Right now, you're building that strength."

she said. He smiled faintly. “You notice everything.” “I notice what matters.” Elias hesitated before asking, “Do you believe what Cale said? About mercy?” Seraphina opened her eyes. “Mercy is not forgiveness. It's a choice. To show mercy is to choose to stop the world from becoming what it fears most.” He nodded slowly, committing her words to memory. “I’m writing down what you say. The people listen to you, even when you don’t mean them to.”

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how