Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

Gregório, still attentive to my question, put his hands in his pants pockets and looked at the ground. - Who I love. — He says while fixing his eyes on the ground. — Our family is the only thing I care about, so I do everything to protect it. — It's a good motivation..., but not when they do the same. It's all for the family, Greg. My brother finally looks at me. — When they hurt one of us... that's when we realize that empathy has no place in our game. Those who live in darkness do not know how to follow the path of light; Those who only know death as a solution do not know how to use anything other than death to heal their wound. — He sighs intensely, closing his hands tightly. — In the en

The fear that crept into their souls made them lose their courage and leave nothing but helplessness. The soldiers of Baracus attacked their enemies and killed them without mercy. They tore out their chests and pulled out their hearts. They pierced their eyes and behead their heads. Their blood, flesh, and heads scattered on the ground. The sounds of screams of pain escaping from their mouths made those who heard them tremble in fear and grit their teeth. Three men on horses suddenly appeared from behind Baracus. They run their horses swiftly. One of them beheaded Baracus before he could blink. His head separated from his body and fell to the ground.

He extends his index finger slowly, and hell comes swooping down on me. Mercy storms over to the table, her teeth grinding and steam coming out of her ears. “Where the hell have you been?” Larissa and Naomi exchange a startled look as Mercy goes on a rant worthy of reality TV. “You just disappeared and didn’t come back? What the fuck is wrong with that? Your da — oww!” She leaps back and then glares at me. “Did you just kick me?” “Is something wrong?” Mercy finally turns her attention to Larissa and glares. In my mind, I know that Mercy will have no problem taking Larissa in a straight-up fight. But Larissa is the beloved sister of a vicious crime boss who just walked unscathed out of explod

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

It seemed the world of death only wanted me… By now, I could only hear the howling of the wind from inside the Gates but I threw a last desperate glance towards Adrian before I would be pulled into the Underworld which would be swarming with enraged demons… I saw Adrian crying out something towards Mercy. Even though I couldn’t hear his words, I realised he was asking Mercy to do something. I saw that she was standing there frozen with shock. Hearing Adrian, she seemed to snap out of her shock. And then I watched her uttering something desperately, almost maniacally…

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

Saun called me but my mind, heart, and body were of a robotic, they kept on repeating save Mercy in my head, singing robotically saving Mercy's mission, that's all that was ringing on my mind, she needs me, I triggered her anxiety, and here am I planning to leave her, I am as selfish as that prick who left her at the alter, I shouldn't have left, I should have stayed and fought with her. Getting inside my car and driving it like a maniac, I reached our apartment, when I opened the door a broken photo frame of our traditional wedding greeted me, followed by a broken Tv and lots of furniture, dodging all the broken pieces on the floor speeding to our bedroom, praying and hoping she is alright,

Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night. The livestream title was designed to grab attention. "Cold-Hearted Coworker Refuses to Help. My Mastiff Remains Lost in the Wilderness, Fate Unknown."