For Honor Mercy Novels & Stories

He laughed as he passed a fallen log, unaware of the fury inching closer to his bloodline. My pulse steadied. I remembered my mother's voice. "Mercy is not weakness. It is a choice." I made mine. No mercy. Jason's signal came , a sharp birdcall. The archers dropped before they could string. Steel met bone as his team ripped through the flank. Screams followed , short, brutal. I leapt down the embankment as Deron's horse reared, startled. My blade was already drawn. He turned just in time to see me.

his voice was pleading. “You’re damn right she didn’t,” I said coldly. “And your daughter doesn’t deserve to die either. But she will.” “What?” Amelia’s face paled as she lunged forward. “Misty? No! No, you can’t—” Alex grabbed her arm, holding her back. “Don’t do this, Henry. Misty has nothing to do with this. Take me instead. Kill me. I did this. I took her from you.” “Killing you would be a kindness you don’t deserve,” I hissed.

Maybe losing her was the only way to wake me up, to pull me from the abyss of sin and violence I’d been drowning in for so long. Mercy believed in God’s love, in His mercy. She believed that if we repented, if we turned to him, we could be forgiven. That we could be saved. I never would have repented without her. Without losing her. She was my mercy, in every sense of the word. “I’m not letting you go,” I whisper fiercely, my arms tightening around her. “I’m never letting you go.”

Her eyes softened as she looked around the room. Outside, the convoy remained waiting, a symbol of the world she now commanded. Inside, something vital had been restored—an honest peace. As Mercy stood to leave, she was no longer the girl who had once walked out of that house in pain. She was something greater: a woman who had chosen forgiveness and walked away with everything that truly mattered.

I chewed on my lips as the residual pain flickered through my chest. Sucking air between my teeth, I retorted, “You defile the moon goddess' name when you make it look like you did it to honor her, like she's an accomplice to your theft. It's cowardly and corrupt to justify your wicked crimes with divine labels. Karma bites hard, Mercedes. So I'm not worried about you.” “You selfish, wolfless murderer, think of all the lives you could save. All the things I could do when Hera is with me,” Mercedes pitched, raising her chin high and proud.

Mercy says from the other end of the line. Mercy transferred from our Ohio Chapter to stay here in Kanla a few weeks before we met Beggar, it only became official two months ago. She used to be a special ops informant until her twin died four years ago after she got the wrong Intel and sixteen people dead. I call it bad judgment, our superiors said it wasn't her fault, but one thing I've always known about Mercy was that she never believed in bullshit. And we both knew it was her fault and when she asked me I told her.

It could make a dying man dangerous. Kendrick realized the truth then. It was a hard, cold truth. There was no saving Rowland. Mercy had been a mistake. Kendrick had spared him before. He had hoped that Rowland would see reason. He had hoped that defeat would humble him. But it had not. It had only made him desperate. It had only made him mad. That mercy had cost the lives of good men. It had prolonged the war. It had brought them to this dark clearing in the middle of the night.

"Who do you think you are? You don't know her like we do! You know nothing about nobles and you have no chivalry!" A sharp noise echoed through the temple, choking everyone. All eyes were on Hope who had just been slapped by Mercy. "You... know... nothing... about ME." A silence fell as Hope placed a hand on his cheek. Mercy, whose breathing had returned heavily, turned to Dora. "Sorry... For not being up to the task." "... It's okay, you're alive, you'll have another chance." "Do you think so? Like tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?" "We'll think about it. For now, I need to quickly treat the children."

“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 Heavens. My second in command, whose unwavering bravery and loyalty to the Tuhka’s empire. Which is why I hereby announce the emerge between the Tuhka and Heavens family—” “Sealing friendship of more than fifteen years, his daughter Ava Heavens is hereby betrothed to the heir of Tuhka’s empire, Caden Tuhka!” Cheers and applause fill the air, rendering me numb. Conscious of the stares I’m now getting, I loo

Henry hit his forehead hard with his right hand and lowered himself to a squatting position. "Stop! Please stop," Mercy shouted as she rushed towards the officers. She ran to Faith and held her dress from behind. Faith turned to her with a deadly look, forcing her to swallow hard as she took her hand from Faith's dress almost immediately. Faith stared at the spot where Mercy had touched her, and then she took her gaze to Mercy's face. She looked her from her face down to her toe and from her toe to her head. Faith stared at Mercy with so much detest and irritation. She hated Mercy so much, and even the red clouds around her eyes and the veins that were beginning to pop put on her neck and ha