Dark Clouds Deep Mercy Novels & Stories

I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul. I slashed through the darkness with the Aurora sword. Beams of light broke through it. I aimed for Mila. I slashed through her but her image dissipated in the clouds. I spun through the clouds with the two swords. The Aurora Sword broke the clouds apart. The Night Sword sucked the darkness in. Mila appeared by the stairs. Darkness snaked out of her and around the throats of each of the brothers. "Come with me or they all die." I froze in the middle of the bar. "Stop it."

Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him. Miranda's face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

“Great mother of the sky, we have not come to demand and beg, rather to appreciate all the ones you’ve done in the past. In your name, we shall continue to merry, eat and wine because thanks to you, we have an abundance of these.” Echo. “To show full appreciation for your blessings, I, King Kerman, son of the Blackclaw pack and Dravenborn kingdom, I shall do the midnight dance of appreciation, bearing nothing before you.” Before I could get up to do anything, something shifted around me. Something heavy and dark. I looked around, checking to see if anyone was there which even seemed far-fetched. No one would dare come into this place at such a time. They all knew the consequences could be di

“It is not happy. But it is not unhappy. It is just… existing. And that existence has value. Has meaning. Has worth.” “Yes. That is what we are trying to teach you. That existence does not require happiness to be worthwhile. Does not require joy to be meaningful. Does not require perfection to be valuable.” I sat at the tree’s base. “Existence is messy. Complicated. Full of contradictions. But it is still better than nothing. Still worth choosing. Still worth protecting.” Hope settled beside me. Quiet. Thoughtful. Processing. “The First Dark says existence is suffering. Says nothing is peace. Says erasing everything is mercy.” Hope’s voice was softer now. Less certain. “But maybe mercy is wr

And for a breath—a single, treacherous breath—I remember faces like theirs bending low before me, voices trembling in prayer that tasted like fear. “Why are you here?” The words grind out of me like stones breaking. He swallows hard. “The… the storms drove us. The sky burns. The earth dies. We sought the old places. The strong places.” His eyes flick to the blade in my hand and back. “To beg for your mercy.” Mercy. Gods. The word feels foreign in my mouth, like a joke told in a dead tongue. I should kill them. I should end them now—quick, clean, before this world eats them alive.

“Please. Please have mercy.” Raif lets me pull the shift and I stand, towering over Jasper. “You tried to take what was mine. You tried to take the only good thing that has ever happened to me in my life. You tried to take the light that pushes away my darkness. But she’s not here now, and there’s no one who can push this darkness away, so there will no mercy.”

Richard asked. "Technically, you just did,"Janet laughed. "You must be very bat at grammar, there is a difference between cute, pretty and beautiful,"Richard replied. "Oh really Mr. Grammar? Tell me their differences,"Janet requested. Before Richard could reply, he noticed the lightings in the cloudy sky. "Oh my God, we are in trouble,"Richard said. "What is it?"Janet asked worriedly. "I think is going to rain,"Richard responded. "Oh my goodness, you scared the hell out of me Richard, I thought it was something serious,"Janet answered.

Several elders looked relieved. The Priestess smiled proudly, clearly pleased with herself. But I said nothing, I simply stared toward the darkness. Because I knew something they didn't. Derek had fought witches before, witches far more terrifying than the young Priestess. I looked towards him, then my pulse quickened. He opened his eyes and it glowed bright red inside the darkness. I swallowed, knowing exactly what comes next.

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

I said, glancing at Lucas. He looked up at me, surprise flickering across his face. “What do you mean?” “I’m a Daylighter,” I said simply. “The sun doesn’t burn me, and Vervain doesn’t weaken me as much. I can handle it.” Lucas’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered. But now… it might be our only way out of here.” He stood up, his posture tense. “What are you planning?”