Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

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…

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,

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone

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.

I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everything that you hold dear." … I didn't see Faith again after that day. Apparently, she was beaten to death after she offended another wolf during one of her manic episodes. I felt a pang of pity when I thought about their pup, so I sent him to a welfare organisation. Unfortunately, the pup's brain was damaged during his time with Faith, so his mental age would forever remain at three years old. Meanwhile, I adopted the pup with the type-O blood, dedicating all my attention to raising him. He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf.

He only focused on blaming me after our parents died and never looked at my test reports. I wondered if he had been more patient, would I still be alive? Soon, his assistant rushed over while panting. Deep sympathy appeared on his face when he saw my brother. "Boss, this may be a very heavy blow to you, but I still have to tell you… Miss Wendy died because her heart was removed. She signed an organ donation agreement while she was alive. Her heart…" The assistant cautiously glanced at Yvette. Then, he continued, "Her heart was donated to Miss Yvette. The donor's family we were trying to find back then was you, sir."

"This can't be happening… How did we even get here?" I hadn't been able to eat anything for days and was surviving on IV drips alone. When the craving for honey-glazed chicken wings suddenly hit me, I thought I could finally eat something. But I was so wrong. A hollow, crushing despair flooded my chest. It struck me that it was true—one could really sense it when death was near. I could feel it now. It hurt so much to just wait for death and do nothing. Maisie cried until her voice went hoarse.

Anger burned under the hurt—anger at Richard, at Lydia, but mostly at herself for being so blind. She pulled out her phone, and searched for a number. She dialed the number without hesitation. The call connected at the second ring. And a woman's voice answered. “Hello?” “Hi,” Mercy said. Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “This is Mercy McKnight. I’ve thought about your offer. I’m ready to join your team.” There was a short pause from the other line, then a warm surprise. “That’s fantastic, Mercy. I’m happy you made the right choice. Can you come to our office on Monday? We’ll rush through the paperwork and get you started immediately.”

That iciness in his voice, in his aura like as if he was holding back the whole time, came pouring out like heavy rains on them. Mercy? He wasn't gonna give mercy to the exact people who took it from him. He was gonna make them feel the heat of their transactions, their bloody decisions until their body gives out and even their soul begs for the exact same thing they took. ★ La misericordia non era per i malvagi ★