Cruel Mercy Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

Majesta felt strong hands grab her arms, pull her down the bed, but she fought and threw someone across the room. The smell of blood hit her, and she was drawn to it, to taste it, savor it. She crawled toward the man on the floor, found the wound on his head. Placing both hands on his head, pulling him toward her. She licked the blood off his temple, then moved to his neck. The moment she tried to do more, she was pushed away and fell on the floor. In the next moment, she was pulled off the floor, placed back in bed again. This time, she couldn’t fight; her arms were tied down again, and a bag of blood was pushed into her mouth. Majesta didn’t want the bag and tried to get to the man again.

He had traded his sovereignty for my memory, and now he was content to be the earth beneath my feet. Ryan finally stepped down the ramp. His boots clicked against the metal, then squelched into the mud with a rhythmic, mechanical precision. He didn't draw a weapon. He didn't need to. He was the only one left in the valley with a functioning core and a pulse that didn't skip. He stopped three meters away, the scent of Sea Salt and Iron flaring into a suffocating, possessive storm. "The Southern Alpha is dead. The Mercy Alliance is a graveyard," Ryan murmured, his gaze scanning my broken frame. "The world is about to go quiet, Aria. And you're too weak to survive the noise."

Renting an Alphard is more than enough; even though it's a big boxcar, it's still quite luxurious and expensive. By bringing Merci like that, make Fello look like a successful businessman like Christian Gray, the main character in the film that Fini often watches. It can be said that he’s better than Christian Gray because Fello's face is more handsome, and his body is more athletic, wrapped in a luxurious suite. But, Fello was not a businessman; he was just an employee like Zeline known.

"If we're going to do this, I want it to be the best of the best..." "Unforgettable?" Emma said, panting. "Unforgettable," Max replied, devouring her mouth more eagerly... Destiny playing its tricks...

enough Ray, it's impossible for you to be with my daughter, even destiny doesn't want you with her" Ray looked at Lee with a confused expression on his face.. "Lee, what's your problem? how sure are you that destiny doesn't want me to be with Jesse? it was destiny that brought me and Jesse together in the first place and ...... "Ray! destiny once brought you together and it was destiny that separated the both of you. Trey is Jude's biological father and there is nothing anyone can do about it, not even you. That's what destiny had planned. Since my grandson and your son Trey had some similarities, I decided it wouldn't hurt to just try out a DNA test and to my surprise, it came out positive

As they make their way to the forest entrance Drake feels Angel’s presence start to go back to normal. As the days went by Drake and Angel continued their journey. Drake would hunt and cook for Angel while telling him about the world. They even found their way next to a pack of wolves. At first, they were going to attack but as they became more aware of Angel and Drake’s presence they relaxed. Drake looked at Angel, “They respect power.” Angel nodded in understanding. Angel pondered on what to do with his newfound life. A couple of days later they found a wolfling being hunted. “Drake we have to save him. He is too young to die.” “I agree. I will go and save the pup while you wait here.” Ang

The woodland had transformed into an infernal hell with a blink of an eye. “Since you don’t know what’s good for you, you may as well die here.” As soon as the words left him, Tyr rushed toward a Leopard Mercenary Corps member and delivered a punch to the man’s face. Click! The sound of the mercenary’s skull fracturing could be heard with great clarity in the gloom of night.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

I refuse to be a pawn in Mercer's grand game; I refuse to let the syndicate dictate the fate of the Crescent Moon Dominion while I stand idly by. Daryl stumbles backward from a crushing blow, his guard momentarily broken as Mercer's heavy halberd slams against his broadsword with enough force to crack the stone flagstones beneath his boots. Mercer presses his advantage, raising his glowing weapon for a fatal overhead strike that threatens to end the duel once and for all.

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou