Cruel Mercy Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

Murdok reached down to stroke the wild orange main of the sobbing girl in his lap,, and she looked up at him with a monsoon of emotion whirling around her face. “I will get free from them Destiny... but just like claiming spectruls or you sometimes I have to sacrifice to save, and I have the heart of a Dragon, it’s in my blood to covet anything powerful... or beautiful.” Murdok’s voice started to drift off in an almost dreamy manor, when Destiny’s small mischievous giggles brought him out of his daydream. “She is beautiful big brother,” Murdok simply growled at Destiny and stood up from his chair. “The Hex says she is safe and knows nothing of the Vail, but she also said she holds power, so

He laughed as he passed a fallen log, unaware of the fury inching closer to his bloodline. My pulse steadied. I remembered my mother's voice. "Mercy is not weakness. It is a choice." I made mine. No mercy. Jason's signal came , a sharp birdcall. The archers dropped before they could string. Steel met bone as his team ripped through the flank. Screams followed , short, brutal. I leapt down the embankment as Deron's horse reared, startled. My blade was already drawn. He turned just in time to see me.

— I say from afar, letting Celeste's presence be her biggest fear. — I won't ask again... What are you going to do? — Celeste asks quietly, sounding like a whispering roar at the Russian's fear. — Don't kill me... — The same sounds low. A thread of voice. Celeste feels like she's going to weaken, her gaze finds me and I fix my gaze on her. She takes a deep breath and looks at him again. — So we're going to have to work together... And in that case you only have two options: you'll be loyal to me, or you'll have your body marked by a beast.

Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition. The spirit’s whisper cut through the vision. “The attack will come beneath the Red Moon. Jeremy will fall, and you will be left to face the darkness alone. You must not falter, Abbey. You must lead. You must protect your kin.” My pulse thundered in my ears as the vision shifted again. Flames licked across the pack’s borders. Screams echoed. Blood stained the earth. And through it all, Jeremy’s body lay in the dirt, lifeless, while I stood above him with gold dripping from my palms like molten fire.

I was rewarded with a glare; her stunning blue eyes looked like they wanted to shoot lasers into my head. “Don't ever try to walk away from me again, or you'll regret it, sunshine.” “I won't walk away next time. I'll run.” **** We got to my territory a little after midnight when most of my pack was asleep. I had ordered one of my enforcers to show Destiny to her room. “You're in the Mercury Pack, my territory. Don't think you can escape from me.” She raised her chin in response as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

Malrik said; “this is unprecedented.” “I know,” Nyra replied; “but mercy is the strongest fire.” Seris hissed. “Your mercy may doom us all.” Kaelia rose, voice clear and cold. “Mercy has already preserved our bloodline.” She reached to Nyra’s shoulder. “The children remain safe.” The twins cooed, one blinking star-fire eyes, the other murmur-soft. Soldiers averted their gazes. Even in the heart of judgment, life pressed on. Caelum knelt, head bowed. “Your mercy wounds me more than any blade.”

Jonah sent a single thumbs up emoji that made my chest ache. I should call them. I will. Just not right now. The car slows and I look up. There’s a gate ahead, tall and iron and imposing, the kind that makes it very clear you’re not supposed to be here unless someone specifically invites you. Stone pillars on either side with the name ‘Petrova’ carved into them in elegant letters. The gate starts to open before we even reach it, sliding apart smooth and silent like it knows we’re coming. We drive through and the road changes from asphalt to gravel, the sound of it crunching under the tires filling the quiet car.

Destiny's POV Let me introduce myself and my friends and family to you , I am Destiny Faith But everyone calls me Dee I am one only Tribrid in existents, I am a Witch, Dragon and Werewolf, I am 17 years old I will be 18 in 3 days, and I will finally be a completely transformed Tribrid, that is because on my 18th birthday I received my last and final part of me and that is my wolf, I have been practicing and doing spells and making potions since I was 4 or 5, I unlocked my witch first which was when I was about 2 years old when I accidently sent my older brother flying in the air because he was being mean to me and that when my parents found out I was a was going to be a powerful witch bec

Destiny railed. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he snarled. For a moment Destiny thought he would pounce on her, but he stayed in his corner. The elevator opened, and the tension seemed to disseminate. She whooshed out a breath. “Do not question me girl, if you what to stay in this pack just do what you are asked to do. “ “Come on !” He spoke and without waiting for her walked out. She followed him outside to a black Mercedes.