Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

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.

“There will be no mercy.” ------------------------

He staggered back, sat in his old chair, and stared at the walls he once filled with symbols of power. And for the first time in his empire’s history, he felt obsolete. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Mercy is not surrender. Mercy is the weapon most feared by those who’ve only known war.” “If they learn to hold hands instead of blades, they won’t become kings or gods.” “They’ll become something older. Something better.” —Aria

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 ★

They were all flushing with smiles while I grimaced. “Make us proud, Olga. There is red lingerie in the bathroom, use it.” Mother whispered as she walked out of the room with her battalion of entourage. I was alone, on the bed, waiting to be devoured by the predator himself, the Dark angle of Merciless death. I just wished he could have mercy on me but I guess I was expecting too much from someone who was known to be mercilessly even in death. Unexpectedly, the door flips open. I raised my head and it was Antonio with his usual cold gaze and emotionless countenance. He was covered in blood and his white shirt was now red. I watched with my jaw dropped…