For Honor Mercy Novels & Stories

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.

“Enough running. Enough begging. Enough mercy.” Mercy. Thαt word didn’t exist in me αnymore. These people hαd tαken everything from me. They killed my pαrents. They destroyed my life. They mαde me αn orphαn αnd left me broken. They mαde me lose my unborn child. And now‚ they wαnted to tαke my life too. No. Not this time. Mercy wαsn’t α fucking option.

“I want to get married and have children.” It was at this point that he realized I had always wanted to marry him. The selfish and greedy Ryleigh had only ever been thinking of them even as she died. She had been alone as she rotted away in this abandoned corner. “All that money… You wanted that 500 thousand dollars to save Rachelle’s life!” Jonah slammed his fists on the floor so hard that he bled. “I’m such a wretch! I’ve wronged you, Ryleigh! I called you heartless and disgusting. I’m the disgusting one!”

“This also means that the lands are now open to anyone and anything.” "It's been a while since I've set foot on solid ground," he says, introducing himself as Mercy, from the depths of hell. A sly grin spreads across his face as I try to hide my shock - after all, his reputation precedes him. "Ah, it seems my reputation precedes me," Mercy remarks with a chuckle, his eyes ablaze with intensity. “I propose gathering all the people who share your dislike for Skyler and finding a suitable location to strategize. The longer we delay, the stronger she will grow, so we need to act swiftly,” Mercy suggests, gesturing with his hands.

Tied to its leg was a note. Damien untied it and handed it to me. A note written in Russian. «Милосердие , это клинок. Тот, кто его не проявляет, найдёт богов глухими к молитвам , пока истекает кровью.» The words carved themselves into my brain, colder than the barrel of a gun. “Mercy is a blade. He who shows none will find the gods deaf when he prays, as he bleeds.”

He has a stance that can make you intimidated, like it is ordering you to glorify and honor him with all of your life. “Your highness,” the kneeling man started speaking. The tone of his raspy voice is full of respect as he uttered those words. He still kept his head down and stared at the white tiled floor. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion. Unfortunately, a certain news is spreading that the beast Cerberus is going berserk and is spreading havoc in the Cildreth Demon Realm,” the man continued. He is a servant of the man before him. He is also a messenger who never fails to bring him the latest events or happenings, whether may it be on the Althaios or not, Maxime Hadley.

"Put your hands where we can see them! Now!" Abel walked towards them fearlessly with both his hands in the air. An agent ran towards him, brought Abel's hands down and handcuffed them.... 🎵Lord, Have mercy on me🎵 🎵Have Mercy on my soul🎵 🎵Don't let my heart turn cold🎵 🎵Have Mercy on many men🎵 . . . . The Following Morning

She blamed me for standing in the way of her happiness. Over time, her mind grew more and more unstable. Her depression worsened. And every time she saw me, she would think of the man who died. That was when her hatred toward me began. After hearing all that, the tears that were welling up in my eyes finally fell. I looked at her and asked, "They say that children are born from love. They come to this world because they are wanted. What about me? Was my existence a mistake?"

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

Willow rubbed her hand even though she was nervous too. "The best female actress of the year 2022, and the award goes to ……" hearts were drumming and time froze as they impatiently waited for the announcer to say it already "The Goddess, Avyanna Lark! Many congratulations Avy!" Crowd cheered while her colleagues clapped for her. She gasped upon hearing her name, tears of happiness trailing down her cheeks. Willow hugged her and helped to wipe her tears without ruining her makeup. She then stood up after taking a deep breath and turned around thanking everyone by joining her hands together and a mesmerising smile gracing her lips.