Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

The Void pulsed with a dark rhythm, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Shattered fragments of impossible worlds spun and collided, twisting gravity and time into chaotic spirals. Every step Seraphine took felt heavier, as though the universe itself was trying to push her back into nothingness. The Blade of Origin glowed like molten silver in her hands. Its light reflected the bond she shared with the immortal beside her a living tether that held them steady against the impossible forces pressing from all sides.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

Blood steamed on the cold earth. Mercer defenders fought fiercely—arrows rained, blades slashed, formations tightened again and again—but Damian fought like a creature that had forgotten what mercy even looked like. Every time they tried to slow him, he cut them down. Every time they tried to push him back, he tore through their center. Every time a guard shouted “For Lady Sereia!” another fell beneath his sword. The clash spiraled across the foothills in a violent tide, Vitale green and Mercer crimson staining the soil until it turned black.

Another scream broke out, an animal note that tore the air. Her eyes were calm. Too calm. There was triumph in them, not mercy. She pushed the blade further with a movement that was almost gentle. Pain exploded, bright and total, burning the edges of thought away. The room narrowed to a single, shimmering point: the silver at his heart, the weight taking him down.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

किसी भी हालत में मीरा के पास आएगी" (She will not listen! She will come to Meera at any cost.) Maya rushed towards the heels. Madhan looked at her in horror, he knows if Damon tried to control Dil and tried to hold back then she could attack Damon and it was dangerous for him. Damon tried to hold back but Dil jerked him off her and he felt on the ground roughly. "Oh my god!" Durga gasped at the horror. He groaned in pain when his elbow bruised badly, Dil almost stomped on him but he was quick to roll away from her.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Idris looks down at him, his expression completely void of human warmth. "Thirty silver-blade slashes on the arms of every mercenary in this room," Idris orders his pack guardians coldly. The kneeling captives turn deathly pale. Silver-blades prevented wolf regeneration and left agonizing, permanent scars. Kieran nods, signalling the armed guardians to draw their silver daggers. Jeffrey closes his eyes, shivering as he waits for the blade to bite into his skin. "Hold," Idris’s voice cuts through the vault. Kieran pauses, looking back. "Alpha?"

Then the light dropped out of her eyes all at once, and she staggered, and I caught her before she hit the floor. "Mercy." "I'm here," she breathed. "I'm here, I just—" She stopped, pressing a hand to her chest like she was checking it was still beating right. "He almost—" "I know." "I couldn't let him." "I know. I know, I've got you." Behind us, my father had gone very still, staring at the blade still lying useless on the marble like it had betrayed him personally. "Somebody explain to me what just happened," I said, not taking my eyes off Mercy's face, "because I watched a sword stop moving on its own, and I would like one person in this room to tell me the truth, just once tonight, befor