Between Wrath And Mercy Novels & Stories

she pressed. *If you stay,* the Goddess replied, *they will face what they have sown with you beside them. You may keep them from some of the worst ends. You may also make their lessons longer, slower, because your presence cushions some blows. That is the trouble with mercy, child. It complicates justice. But it also changes futures in ways even I do not always see clearly.* Luna swallowed. “What do you want me to do?” she whispered.

I want to break the wheel of hatred and war within our own species. There have to be rules, and there have to be consequences for breaking them, but my heart is telling me there are more ways of consequences. My own path of redemption isn’t one of destruction as I thought. It’s one of merci, fairness, keeping to rules but also listening to the heart.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

"For trusting me, for standing with me even when I'm choosing violence over mercy." "Sometimes mercy and violence are the same thing." I kiss the top of her head. "Sometimes the most merciful thing you can do is put down wolves who'll never stop hurting others."

she rolled her eyes looking uninterested. "Did he think about your feelings when he stabbed your son in your presence? Nor did he have mercy on your when you cried for one?" she paused staring at me. My eyes were not necessarily fixed on hers. "When you accumulate that word called 'mercy' you will end up having vulnerability that will kill you in future. If you want to stick to the vengeful part, then play the role to the fullest. There is nothing like mercy in the heart of Alphas or Luna." her words charged me. Her words arose my horns to fight. Her words reminded me of the last step that I took.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

Some wolves growled under their breath, while others shifted closer, waiting for what would happen next. Thorn’s eyes narrowed as he lifted his chin again, and the chains rattled as he did. “You think mercy makes you strong?” he spat. “Mercy is weakness. Your mother learned that the hard way. She chose mercy too, and it killed her.” The words hit harder than the blade had. Not the sting of my side, but something deeper. Something that felt like a wound to my very soul. My mother, dying… begging. For me. For all of us.

The silence felt earned. "Do you think we made the right choices?" I asked. "Showing mercy – giving some of them another chance?" Kael considered the question. "I think mercy is harder than revenge. But that doesn't mean it's wrong." I glanced down at the carved wolf. "Drakon gave me this when I didn't trust anyone. Now I have a pack. A home." Kael reached for my hand. "And you have me." I leaned against him. Outside, the night remained still – no battle cries, no bloodshed, no monsters waiting in the darkness. Just the quiet sounds of a pack trying to survive.

Something bitter and somehow admiring moved through me. She burrowed at my coat with her fingers trying to pull me close enough to hit me, bite me or scratch me. Pride was still alive in her even when her body was failing. I caught her wrist easily. She jerked against my grip, her eyes blazing with hatred. Instead of pinning her down, I put her hand back on the stone gently. The look she gave me then was sharper than any blade. She understood cruelty and mercy offended her. “Do not mistake this for kindness " I said.