Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

Blood spilled fast and warm over my fingers, dripping onto the dirt below. “You know,” I said quietly, almost to myself, “I used to think mercy was strength. That letting people live made me better than the monsters who made me.” He gasped, choking on his own blood. “But mercy breeds weakness,” I whispered. “And weakness destroys everything.” I let go, watching him crumble to the ground, coughing and trembling. Elias stood behind me, silent. He’d seen this before. He didn’t need to say anything. I looked down at my hands, the blood still warm against my skin. It had been a while since I let myself enjoy it—the silence after the screams, the control that came with it.

My hands shook as I touched the metal. Suddenly a hand hit the locker next to my head. I jumped, turned around and found Rose standing there. Her eyes looked different; they were cloudy frantic. She was holding a dagger so tight her knuckles were raw. "You think you’re special Mercy?" she said, her voice shaking. "You’re a sacrifice waiting to happen. He isn't saving you. He’s getting you ready." Before I could scream the lights in the locker room went out. It was dark. I felt a pain, on my throat the prick of a blade. A voice, deep and old spoke in my ear

His icy blue eyes were widening with a profound, suffocating agony, his human heart stuttering as the system’s total overwrite reached his vital systems. ​The copy is finalizing, Elara realized, a cold wave of psychic grief slamming through her bond. If Jasmine locks that final broadcast switch while Damon is grounded to my core, the original Blackwood line dies here, and a permanent, compliant copy will take his place in the history books forever. ​"Damon! Ground your core to mine!" she screamed down the thread, her white magic flaring with a desperate intensity. ​"Elara... the southern... block... is closed..." Damon’s internal voice was a faint, pixelated static inside her mind, his thoug

I try to hold onto the last of what I am carrying. And I feel it run out from under me like water from a cupped hand. The light goes. And I go with it. The last thing I am aware of before the dark takes me is his arms. He catches me before I reach the ground. That is the last thing. His arms.

I mind-linked to the pack, voice a thunderous growl in their heads. We cut through them like scythes through wheat: mercenaries falling in heaps, limbs torn, throats ripped. One begged for mercy—"Please, I have a family!"—but mercy was a luxury we couldn't afford. My claws slashed his abdomen, spilling entrails into the mud. Another unloaded a clip at me; I dodged, pouncing to crush his skull under my paws, the crack echoing like gunfire.

Pain exploded in my gut—I couldn't shield the baby. Blood spilled fast, pooling under me. I screamed, broken. "Steven Garrett. Peggy Shane. You're gonna pay for this," I sobbed. I didn't even hate him when he cheated. But now? I wanted them both dead. Peggy kept filming, smug as ever. "Look, Steven. She's still acting tough. Doesn't even know she's wrong." Steven grabbed a stick and cracked it across my head. "Do you get it now?" Everything spun. My vision blurred.

No bond. Only mercy.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

My focus was on the burning house. Time slowed, each second an eternity. Flames danced, consuming everything. My heart, my world, my child... A faint cry echoed in my mind. I screamed out aloud, "Misty!" Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke-filled doorway. Alexander, carrying Misty. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the fire fighter, sobbing uncontrollably. Alexander handed Misty to the waiting paramedics, who quickly tended to her. She coughed, her tiny body shaking, but alive.

bye, bye daddy. All the demons laugh. "Free me. let me out of here. You can't do this. This body is mine. Lucifron! Love! forgive me. Lucifron!” "Shut up. You’re giving me headaches.” "Help. Moon Goddess, please help me. He's hurting Lucifron. My heart hurts." “The old woman is busy defending herself against her attitudes in the council of the gods- Do you think she has time for you? Idiot."