For Honor Mercy Novels & Stories

“Fifteen years ago, my brother was killed in a cross fire. He gave his life to protect what was ours. Without his sacrifice none of this will be possible today.” Despite knowing the history—it was told at every death anniversary of Dane Tuhka. The oldest Tuhka, and Caden’s Dad. How he fought, sacrificed his life for the Tuhka’s empire. “Of course, we made sure every one of those motherfuckers paid for what they did to my brother. Which is why we are able to mourn and remember him today. He was a great man, always ready to do whatever it fucking takes.” “While we are on the subject of a great man, I present to you, Dagger. My second in command, whose unwavering bravery and loyalty to the Tuhk

"You should go check yourself into a psych ward if you're mentally ill instead of acting like a lunatic here, Christian. Why on earth would I drop the charges? Why should I show her any leniency?" Christian grabbed my arm and said, "If you sign the waiver of prosecution, they'll go easier on Wendy. She's still so young, Yvonne. Do you really want to destroy her life by sending her to prison? "If you forgive her, I'll get back together with you. Wendy could be considered your sister as well. You're the reason she's in this mess, so you need to take some responsibility, Yvonne." I couldn't stand him for another second and slapped him hard across the face. "How could you be this shameless, Chri

I said, as tears leaked from the corner of my left eye. "I wish I did, but guess what, I didn't do it. You have so many enemies Your Honor." David replied, grinning. "The rule of karma always come back and you deserve it. Now you know how it feels like to lose someone you care about dearly." David whispered, holding my chin in his hands. I shifted my face from his grip and wept. "No, it can't be." I whispered. "This is just the beginning of your downfall. I am going to make sure you lose yourself and I am going to enjoy every bit of it." David hissed, reaching for a knife from his pocket.

“The Rouges were outnumbered and they knew it. The only shot they had was to attack the council head on, if they were to have any hope for a future. The plan was half-cocked and ignorant, with loose knowledge and misplaced bravery. Our fearless leader, Hanon, wanted it to end. he was younger then and stocked full of pride. The battle was over before it began. Our people split in all directions, hoping to salvage whatever was left of the rebellion. Hanon was no different. He found refuge in the small town of Mystic, hoping to lie low until the search for stragglers died down, but he was badly injured. He came here, to this very place, where he would have taken his final breaths. Then she appe

Jules glanced hurriedly about at the Mer around them, but even the Mer seemed to recognize the sound of someone suffering from a hurt so great that it was if their soul was torn in two, and the expressions on their faces were those of sympathy and not fear. “The Mer are allies,” Talen said firmly. “I am so very sorry for your loss but know that they are not to blame. Those that were, died at your father’s hands. He…” He hesitated. “Your father has made many poor choices, ones that caused others to suffer, and your mother’s death was another of the same.” Mercy dragged in a breath and released it. “I am a monster,” she said to him. “But I am my own monster. I am the monster that I choose to b

M•Ï•A͙ (ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ɪs ᴀ𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮) Season 2 Sequence 11 ____________________________________________ Desmond's POV "Did you just say mercy?" I asked. " yes" she replied. " woww, what a coincidence" I muttered as I continued driving. I decided not to take them to Hanford City because there will be alot of dangers for them.

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

No mercy at all. To be continued…

“You’d be better off staying here instead of running off into the woods every chance you get. Your husband isn’t going to allow you to shift all day and ignore your duties at home.” “I’m not married yet, Mercy.” She crosses her arms over her breasts, scowling at me. Her dark brown, glossy hair is swept back away from her impossibly beautiful face. She’s tall and lithe. Graceful. Lovely. But her soul is rotten, and she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my life. “You will be after this year’s Harvest Festival. Hardan of Navvan is going to give father six goats for you.” I wipe my bloody hands on my dress, turning to her. “And to think I’m only worth four. He must really like me.”

“Sold her to her uncle and took off.” Honor had heard every version of this story. She was illegitimate, she was abandoned, she was unwanted, nobody had ever wanted her, her mother was this, her father was that. She’d built up significant immunity. She found the dropped book, straightened carefully, and prepared to leave. “I heard,” Aaron said, louder now, warming to it, playing to the small crowd that had materialized the way crowds always do around cruelty, “that she’s sleeping with her drunk uncle. They’ve got that whole thing going on up there in the woods. My dad says—”