Dark Clouds Deep Mercy Novels & Stories

"This is beautiful '' she murmured, Bohden's lips curled to the side as if telling her it was too soon to decide that. The black flowers had a bright hue of dark blue at the center of it, making it look like an animation. Were they even real flowers? She couldn't believe it, they were so breathtaking and the white porcelain tiles on the driveway added to it. It's only now that she realizes the meaning behind the name and the logo of their company 'Black Rose entertainment company' that name might be because of these flowers around, she concluded.

They were in each other's arms kissing desperately as though scared the moment would end with their demons and mistrust for each other rising to the surface to separate them. Tongue, lips, and hands connected bringing them even closer until their pent-up desire flamed hot enough to sing them both to ashes.

Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual. Trauma stays like a skin that you have to wear to move on and tolerate until the end without them there's no story of who you are says the glimmering stars. I walk to the hub to summon a cab to WPD if Marina is still alright under the influence of pressure. The city gave beauty lights of euphoria and melancholy at the same time within its neon gleams. The road is blank because the curfew hired the silence all over the streets of Winter city for their good.

Had I been able to feel my lips, I might’ve forced the words into reality. In the darkness three orbs of light appeared, shimmering like small moons. They circled me, embraced me, danced around me in an explosion of emotion. Relief, sorrow, hope, joy, anger, passion so consuming it lifted the very foundation of my soul. Wake up, Blakely Yarrow. Open your eyes and see what you have become. _ _ _ _ _ ­_ _

I needed her to know I meant every word. But deep inside, a chill crawled up my spine. Mercy wouldn’t let this go. She wasn’t the type to walk away quietly. But I pray she doesn't do anything crazy or funny this time Mercy’s POV I pulled open the curtains and stared outside. The sun was rising, but nothing felt warm. The coldness inside me was real..and it was growing. I took a deep breath and called Ghost. He picked up after one ring. “Speak,” he said.

Emerging from the shadows was Dupree, his form monstrous and distorted, fueled by dark abyssal magic. "You may have activated the Heartstone," he growled, his voice dripping with venom, "but Meranthia will be mine!" Seraphina and I stood our ground, side by side. "We won't let you harm Meranthia," she declared defiantly. Dupree lunged, the darkness enveloping him like a tidal wave. But as he neared, the Heartstone's radiant light intensified, pushing back against the encroaching shadows. The battle between light and dark raged within the temple, with the fate of Meranthia hanging in the balance. The Spirit of Meranthia joined our side, lending her power to our cause.

he casually adds, raising my blood pressure again. “What the fuck Jartre?!” I screech, “Who is Merlos and what the fuck did she do?” “Merlos is the Goddess of the Abyss, more commonly known as the Goddess of Darkness and Shadow. She has the ability to see the darkness within all people and things and has a penchant for punishing those guilty of great betrayal. After reading Julie’s mind I knew she was deserving of Merlos’ wrath,” he calmly explains, though the tension in his jaw is very prominent, even through his beard.

Doomy dark clouds gather and roll thickly overhead as if it's about to rain hell and cause calamities on Earth's inhabitants. But we all know that's not what is about to happen. This angry-looking dark cloud has nothing to do with nature pouring its wrath on the earth. It was conjured with a powerful spell to shield the hybrid monsters who can only function under the cover of darkness. I still can't believe this is going down. Like, how did I go from having a blast at the nightclub with friends to crouching with half of my body submerged in seawater, waiting for the signal to kill or be killed? It still feels unreal. Like I'm stuck in the middle of a bad dream waiting to wake up.

he nods and when I'm about to leave his voice stops me “sir ...” I turn to see her and I answer “My name is Dark…” she averts her gaze from mine and answers “I'm sorry... Mr. Dark...” I laugh softly and I answer “No... just Dark cute...” she blushes and continues “Do you think I should get away from here? This is the best job I have and my family depends a lot on it…” I look at Claus who devours her with his eyes and smiles sideways, he is enjoying this.

The sun burns through the sky in its full glory, scorching its way through the skins of the people gathered out in the cemetery. The wind howls carefully, soothing their skins in opposition to the effect of the sun as they stood in all blacks waiting for the young dark-haired girl to finish her speech. Sadness fills the air in a way words cannot describe and each man and woman wore a mourning face. A frown that draws through their chin and waters their eyes as the words of Laurel Brown escapes through speakers placed beside neighboring tombs.