Dark Clouds Deep Mercy Novels & Stories

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

Scared that my darkness would try to take Chelsea as well. What was she even doing in my nightmare? The darkness inside me was getting out of control and I couldn't hold it back anymore. It was going to destroy anything in its path and I couldn't let that happen especially to the people close to me. My demons were seeking revenge and they wouldn't rest until they got what they wanted. This nightmare was definitely a warning that I should stay away from Chelsea. I could still picture her fear stricken face. She wanted to help me but I know that no one would ever get through to me the darkness was a part of me I just had to accept it's torture and suffering.

Maybe I had been fooling myself. But I didn’t say anything. At that moment, I decided to prioritize myself. Dad didn’t stop; his remarks continued until I put my name on the map. With each new height came new expectations. It’s suffocating to be a Blackwood. “Marlene!” April called, throwing her hands up when she noticed I wasn’t listening. “Marlene, we’ve been having this class for three weeks. Maybe you need a break, some inspiration. The theme of the dance is Burning Flame—you’re supposed to burn, not…” she trailed off as I let the scarf loose and walked out.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

“You always see everything in bright light Trinity” “And you Kehlani refuse to see pass the clouds” Then the silence again, then she realized she got Kehlani thinking and probably reconsidering. Jackpot, she smirked, taking a sip from her glass of cold mango juice letting the cold tropical drink perform wonders. New plan, she thought. Get Kehlani a life aside from the one she has burying her head down every time. ……………………………..

Chapter One. AMANDA JONHSON. The dew descending from the sky moistly caressed my face, Seattle weather is usually quite predictable, and at times quite depressing, it always tends to go perfectly well with my mood, one that, lately makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a low frequency spiral.

Her gentle breaths let me know she's sleeping as I look out of the enormous windows out onto the bay and beyond. The clouds are beginning to gather in the sky. I run my hand over my raised scales, as I look out at the dark skies. These are not the dark clouds of a storm; these are the dark skies of the evil that's waiting to take our child. I feel my scales raise more; my skin feels as though it on fire, as I think about my Son, nobody is going to take our child.

I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept. “You can keep your chosen, Ares,” I said to the wind. “But the world you built will burn before she wears your mark.” Rain began, soft at first, then heavy. It hissed against the torches but couldn’t kill them. The flames only burned darker, red as the blood in my palms. I closed my eyes and felt the heat climb through me until it reached my throat. The words came out low, steady, ancient: “When mercy fails, judgment walks.” Thunder answered from the east. The Crimson Moon had risen.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)