Dark Clouds Deep Mercy Novels & Stories

Demons corrupt humans by tapping into their minds, finding their deepest desires and translate it into sinful acts. Tears continued to flow on the human’s face. Damien grinned, Chris’ miserable state proves him how worth his five years of wait. Chris watched how the demon’s appearance changed before his eyes. The black fog that always surrounds the demon is as if being absorbed back to its body. Chris is too pre-occupied to be even amazed but he must admit to himself that he is curious with what is happening. It continued until the black fog finally reveals a man with strong features. Chris first noticed the demon’s eyes which are very dark, much like the fog that previously surrounds him.

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

Unknown As Flameheart stood in the dimly lit room, shadows flickered ominously against the walls, swirling like dark tendrils. Outside, dark clouds began to gather, casting a heavy gloom over Sunshine City. The air crackled with an unsettling energy, and one by one, the people around him fell into a deep slumber, the weight of the impending storm claiming them as its own. Only Flameheart remained awake, his heart racing, sensing that something momentous was about to unfold.

Severin's mana covered the Oculus Blade in its totality, inscribing upon the Rules of Heaven and Earth as well as the scriptures of philosophy into all the divine gold. One day passed, then two, then three. A fortnight later, the originally tranquil and peaceful Pearl Light Isle saw a dramatic change in the weather as countless strong winds brought over dense dark clouds like a tidal wave. Those clouds stretched for tens of thousands of miles all around, making that doomsday scene visible to most of Southsky. The sudden change grabbed the attention of many people, and the intense pressure that bore down on heaven and earth made countless people feel suffocated.

I pressed my palm against the frost, offering not a code, but the raw, unshielded grief of a wife losing her husband. "You want to know what mercy is?" I whispered to the Heir. "It’s the debt that never asks to be paid. It’s the love that stays even when the credit is gone." The black ice didn't shatter. It wept. The frost began to melt, the iridescent liquids in the vials surrounding us beginning to glow with a blinding, golden light. The Custodian’s eyes snapped open—not silver, but a brilliant, human green. The holographic Heir screamed, his image fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces. The violet light of the coin turned into a searing, golden flame that consumed the metal in my hand.

Adding, "Oh Lord, our God, your name is majesty. I should still give thanks to you even though I know that the darkness in my life is temporary. Your glory should be revealed in our lives, and my grief will become a day of hope and my faith in Your strength grows in love because Your unwavering promises to bring my family back will not be in vain. It will soon come back to life and become a joyful, harmonious family. “ Ericka is crying at that very moment because she is experiencing conflicting feelings that evening as she is by herself, gazing out the open window while the full moon's brightness illuminates the entire planet. In an attempt to feel better, she hums a song slowly, the lyrics

Her words rolled through the dunes as decree. “By Sekhmet’s flame, by the breath of creation. Let all darkness be undone, let all intruders blaze!” Crack-boom! Lightning struck the ground in obedience as the desert moved to answer its mistress. The wind howled aggressively and the sky split apart, pillars of fire erupting in spirals that licked the sky. The heavens turned molten white, not with sunlight, but with Merenrys' grief, as golden tears slid from her one dragon eye.

But Sephora took one look at those big, green eyes and her heart melted. She agreed to let them stay with Blackseed. She agreed to keep the secret, even from Mercy herself. And she agreed to help him. She was confident she could help – Mercy was young enough, still so little. They could keep EVERYTHING a secret. They had succeeded. Her father had taken a new mate. Mercy was safe with Blackseed. And NO ONE knew Mercy’s little secret. Mercy grew up with them, with Jonathan. She played along with all the other little wolves, oblivious to her dark secret. Everyone was oblivious.

CHAPTER 137: DUSK’S MERCY LYSS' POV: Song: "HAVE MERCY" BY THE GHOST OF PAUL REVERE ~~~~ Moon‑swept wind is pushing at my back as I am climbing the stone stair that ribbons up the cliff face toward the Moon Temple. Every muscle is aching from the ride here; five straight hours on the motorcycle, rain stinging like gravel, the roar in my helmet louder than my thoughts. But now, as I am stepping beneath the pale archway, everything is falling quiet except the thunder of my heart.