Cruel Mercy Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

My fans kept flooding me with apologetic messages, begging for my return, but I had no intention of showing my face again. It was during this time that the great clan conference took place, and a decision was made: all wolves and their descendants were to return to their respective clans until further notice. Anyone who disobeyed would be stripped of their clan status and imprisoned. Anyone attempting to flee would have a bounty placed on their head, and mercenary wolves would be sent after them. And if there was anything worse than being chased by crazed fans, it was being hunted down by mercenary wolves—highly trained trackers who were as ruthless as they were efficient. "Drop me off here,

Fastening a mask with deer antlers on her head, she said, “We sent a messenger back to Mystic Rune pack after you separated from us. Even now, Vidar will be coming with all haste with the rest of our fighting men to ensure we get back down this mountain alive.” “They’ll be leaving Mystic Rune pack undefended?” “Yes.” Her gaze was frosty. “I hope you appreciate what is being done to keep you safe.” All of that so that I could kill a chicken in front of a crowd of people. As though hearing my thoughts, Lyra gripped my shoulders, staring unblinkingly at me from behind her mask. “ You are a child of the god, girl. You are one of the Unfated, which means everything you do has the power to alter

A monstrous demon hurtled through the sky—six arms, black sinew wrapped in hellfire, and fangs like spears. Destiny inverted her hand and sent a wave of force crashing down the mountain. It flattened dozens. Another wave surged behind them. "Not today!" she shouted, climbing higher, pulling Tamera behind her. There was nowhere else to run. She glanced at the girl—her face streaked with dirt and fear. Destiny’s heart twisted. "I’m sorry," she whispered, voice trembling. "I did my best..." She summoned everything—every drop of power, of essence, of will. Her light flared so intensely, the sky seemed to crack.

"That is our chance for survival, and if we ever want to leave this cursed place." "But the First Prince is a Demon Lycan. He kills people without reason and he cannot understand emotions like we do. My lady, are you sure?" A demon offered me help when I needed it, even if his intentions were sinister. Yet the so-called holy patriarchs murdered me without a second thought. "If you ask me, at least the demon is the better choice. He doesn’t hide his true nature." taking a deep breath so my words could sink in before I continued. “He is the most honest option we have now.”

My mom tells me I will bleed, I will get pregnant, but his hands were firmer than mine, his strength too, I can't push him, nor can I cry for help, his hands traveled just beneath my skirt. And a thud of my heartbeat could make me faint, he persisted, thrusting his fingers into my private area, it hurts, please leave me, he continued this torment, and it felt like my flesh was being chopped by sharp scissors. He removed his hands, and then grasped my throat like he wants to choke me. I felt his strong hard on my waist, pulling me to something hard between his legs. He has a dagger, maybe he would kill me. I couldn't think properly, but adrenaline had overwhelmed me and I kicked him between h

Please Allah help me out" I thought crying "Please don't touch me,am too innocent for this,please leave me and let me go" I pleaded crying "We can't grant you that wish,we won't hurt don't worry,we only want to have some fun with you, that all" "Help!"I yell He slapped me hard" if I should hear one more word from you,you will be dead" I refuse to answer as I scream again "Help me! Please someone......should.....help me" I said crying

***** It wasn't long before the news spread around the mercenary camp, everyone now had to pay for Daera's pills, she no longer provided free treatments for anyone. Many were deeply saddened by this news and they blamed it on Elder two, if it wasn't for him, Daera wouldn't have made such a decision. Elder two's eyes were bloodshot as he walked out of the mercenary camp, after losing his only son, the only thing that consumed his heart was hatred, the reason why he had worked so hard and made a lot of contributions to the undead was because his son would someday become the leader but after Karl had been killed, Elder two no longer cared about the fate of the undead, the only thought that fill

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

he murmured, “he mustn't kill a Player!” Misty shook her head. There's a quest that stop her from abandoning a hated Player: “Help an ally to safely meet Mauricio!” The reward is a heart-throbbing she can't possibly drop: “Brotherhood favorability raised to 100, 50 Boost Points, levels up unbelievably!” Rojan calm the moment he felt her eyes to him.That's when he realize he need her! He try to calm himself and introduce with a manner. “I forgot to introduce myself-”