Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

She did look like she had four eyes with those ridiculous looking glasses she was wearing, while blondie on the other left was studying her. “One word Kehlani impressive” The blonde dude said, with a smile, but that was the least of her concern. He just called her work impressive. Finally, two weeks of Trinity’s initiation finally paid off. She had been watching a lot of romantic movies, even the Korean ones she found predictable and too based on unreal shits. Well she did get an opinion on romance ‘ a load of crap used to touch each other and have sex freely without restraints' Trinity had told her she was being too close minded, but she was really trying so hard.

As promised, I quickly send Jake a message that I'm on my way home now. "You're fast", I chuckle seeing Jake already standing in front of my door. "Couldn't wait to see you. By the way, your packet with these angel blades has just arrived." "Thank fuck, we really need them, to make it perfect", Jake laughs and shakes his head about my enthusiasm. "By the way they are called seraph blades." "Whatever, main thing is we look smashing together. By the way I love your real hair colour, but to my surprise this looks really good on you too."

UNSTABLE STOCK CLEARANCE. POWER STACK MERCY VENT. Mercy vent. I stare at the phrase until the words stop meaning anything. Damian’s voice is quiet. “That is the lever they intend to put under your hand.” Leo writes: USE IT FIRST. “To kill you.” TO KILL THE CITY THAT MADE ME THIS. “With you inside it.” I AM INSIDE IT EITHER WAY. The unit freezes. Then another line appears, slower. IF YOU LOVE ME, DON'T SAVE ME. I want to smash the screen.

Few were. Another mercenary came from my left, blade flashing silver in the torchlight. I ducked low, caught his wrist, and twisted until the snap echoed across the trees. His sword clattered uselessly to the ground before I drove my claws up under his jaw, hot blood spilling over my hand. My wolf howled its approval, but it wasn’t enough. The fury wasn’t burned out; it only spread, clawing deeper into me.

I raise my broadsword, slashing through the magnificent blade with a burst of my raw alpha power, dissipating his arrogant image into a cloud of harmless purple smoke. The heavy blade of my broadsword arcs through the air, humming with a brilliant surge of golden-silver alpha energy as it cleaves straight through the center of Mercer's glowing projection. The magical construct shatters instantly under the force of my strike, bursting into a swirling cloud of sparkling purple smoke that billowed toward the vaulted ceiling before evaporating into nothingness.

Just as he lunged to bite the hand that was holding the knife, Mercy sent another disabling pulse at Leeta so that she couldn’t move, and his teeth sank down into her hand. Leeta screamed in pain. August didn’t bite down too hard, but let go as soon as the knife was loose. The other wolves on the battlefield were beginning to awaken now. August was more awake than the others, thanks to the jarring sensation of being held at knife point, but as Rider’s wolves saw the situation, they stood, eyes wide, wondering what to do. “Surrender!” Mercy shouted. “Surrender, or I kill him!” One by one, the wolves dropped to their knees, surrendering to Mercy and her overwhelming power so that Rider wouldn’

“You owe me—” “No,” I cut in. “You owe them.” Her gaze flickers toward the pack—those kneeling, those broken. Her empire built on fear and blood now reduced to silence. I lift the sword. The moonlight gleams against the steel, sharp and merciless. “This is mercy,” I murmur. Her lips move—perhaps a curse, perhaps a plea—but the words die as the blade falls. The world holds its breath. The relic’s light bursts outward, flooding the hall with a blinding flash. For a heartbeat, everything is silent—no screams, no breath, no sound—just the soundless pulse of release.

Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones. The river pulls me under so fast and my lungs panic. Ballet I know. Cooking I know too but swimming? No. In a few minutes, The world turns black, then it begins to spin. I kick upward, fighting to make sense of direction. The drive. The drive. Get the drive.

There's a threat of closing it permanently, but it's okay. Blades went straight into my face as soon as I went in. It draws beautifully as if it makes sure this wound will stay as a scar forever. I was just here for a few minutes, yet, threats to my life are already living. It was chaotic inside. There was a war happening. There's blood, a bow and arrows, and the main character- werewolves. I can't take it! I have to go back! "Terrence." It spoke again. "Stop it, pup! Don't try to convince me!"

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.