Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

"The second edition is dead, Princess! The bank has already sold the third-edition prints to the bureaus and your name doesn't exist on the layout!" From the walls directly across from her zinc-plated hand, three figures creased through the moving wool belts. They were the Three-Blade Marginal Shears of the Revision Bureau. Their bodies were towering, steel triangles clad in six-inch copper boilerplate. They targeted the purple ink-heart in her chest. The steel blades opened with a synchronized, CLACK, their razor-sharp tips driving straight into the center of the validation lines that locked her chest-plate to the moving felt. The impact did not tear her muscle tissue; it sectioned the stee

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

This was going to be a prolonged battle. A silver blade flashed in the firelight. One of the mercenaries in human form, wielding weapons designed to kill wolves. I dodged the first slash, felt the second score across my ribs. Pain flared but I pushed through it, my claws finding the mercenary's throat. *"Jeremy, watch your left!"* I turned just in time to see three mercenaries converging on my position. Too many. Too fast. Then a vampire was there—the female lieutenant from earlier. She moved like liquid shadow, her speed making her almost invisible. All three mercenaries went down before I could fully process what had happened.

"I'll pay you. Does $20,000 work for you? Just don't hassle Colin anymore. He called you here for my sake. If you're mad, take it out on me." Colin's heart melted at her words, and he glared at me. "Don't you dare bully Joyce in front of me!" His hand clapped on my injured arm, and I cried out in pain. He turned a deaf ear, his eyes fixed on Joyce. She murmured, "Selena is hurt." Colin glanced at me, sneering, "If she were really hurt, would she be standing here demanding payment?" My heart sank at his harsh words. He always assumed the worst of me.

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

she said, "its energy. I can feel it. Whatever it is... it’s not good." A cold chill crept down my spine as I swallowed. "Let me out, Amara," Lucy growled, hovering inside me. "I’ll take that thing out in one blow." I took a deep breath. The growl continued, and Morgana crouched slowly, drawing a pair of silver blades from her boots. I blinked, stunned. "Seriously? Silver blades?" She peered at me in disbelief. "Don’t tell me you didn’t bring any weapons?" I stared back at her, dumbfounded.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

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.