Dark Clouds Deep Mercy Novels & Stories

A dark light surrounds us, a man whom I don’t know is pulling me away from Harold’s body. “You cannot do that guardian!” he is shouting at me; I wave my hand and gave him a blinding light, he was gone. Is he a Redeemer too? How come I don’t know who he is?

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

"If you want him, come and find us in the dark. We're waiting." I smashed the recorder against the wall just as we burst through the final crevasse. The Polar Road hit us like a physical blow. The wind wasn't just air; it was a knife-lung sharp assault that tasted of copper and ancient frost. The aurora above had shifted—no longer purple, but a raw, crackling white that mirrored the gold in my son's eyes. Silas's Mercy wolves were scattered across the ice, a graveyard of fur. The Mercy faction had been gutted to get us this far.

Claudio has helped many people, especially his workers. Dark touched the inflamed doorknob and slowly opened it. Dark turned to Claudio a gaze of wonder over his face at the beautiful paradise across the door. "Great job, Boss G seems proud of you." Said Dark. Claudio took one look at Dark and looked through the door. "All right, get in," said Dark. Claudio looked at Dark one more time. "Thanks a lot." Dark nodded and Claudio went inside. When Claudio finally came through the door, Dark locked it. Claudio is one of those who brought to heaven today. Three of the ten had gone to the wilderness where you can't see anything.

Mercy walked out of the bathroom with just a white towel wrapped around her chest. Under it, she wore nothing. The steam from her shower clung to her skin like a warm mist, making her glow faintly in the dim light of the bedroom. Her wet blonde hair was bundled in another white towel, twisted atop her head. She shivered slightly, not from cold, but from the storm raging outside. Thunder boomed like distant drums, lightning flashing chaotically across the sky. Rain pounded the windows in relentless sheets, drowning out the world beyond.

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.

meanwhile in the dark sky two love cupids evil angel and good angel evil angel : why are you looking depressed good angel : can't you see their pain two guys dying for her and this girl loves him more than anything I'm sad to see them heartbroken evil angel : it's their fate no one can change it we still don't know what's there in that girl's heart good angel : I want to see happiness evil angel : life is mixture of both happiness and sorrow good angel : I will make them happy at any cost I will heal their hearts which are craving for love evil angel : woah I will watch

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

The ocean was dragging me down to the sea floor with the burning carcass of the Vance empire. ​My vision began to narrow, darkness creeping in from the edges, heavier and colder than the ocean itself. The orange light above began to fade. My chest caved in, my body finally yielding to the dark. ​I'm sorry, I whispered in the quiet chamber of my mind, not even sure who I was apologizing to. My mother. My father. Myself. ​Then, the black water above me shattered.

Silas roared, lunging for the platform. He didn't use his claws. He used his "Heresy." He unleashed a pillar of gold-and-sapphire light that sought to "Over-write" the mercury-static. But the Deep Web was built for chaos. The gold light didn't blast the beast; it "Refracted." It turned into a thousand small, gold-glass butterflies that were instantly consumed by the mercury-sea.