For Honor Mercy Novels & Stories

“May the Goddess judge me worthy one day. Until then, I will spend what remains of my life trying to deserve this mercy.” The rain falls in a slow rhythm between us, warm against my skin. Cassian steps closer, placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That’s all she ever wanted from any of us—to try.” Tom, standing nearby, clears his throat. “And to remember.” He looks at me then, his expression open, humble. “Thank you again, Irene. You didn’t just save our lives—you saved what little honor we had left.” I meet his gaze, feeling that same faint warmth flicker through the bond again. “Honor isn’t what you’re born with, Tom. It’s what you rebuild.”

“Like I said, I’m not here to fight. I only want to understand why.” Mercy’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it to get your attention,” she said quietly. Ken froze for a moment, confused by her words. “You did it to get my attention?” He shook his head slowly. “What, Mercy? Before now, have I ever owed you anything? Do you even know how much I invested in this? You just woke up one day and decided to ruin everything?” Mercy broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. “I allowed my emotions to take over me,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve already handled everything. Don’t worry about Joe. He’s got enough charges to fill a book, and with his sentence, he won’t ever breathe fresh air again.” The sunlight outside was warm and golden. Spring was coming. Under the shade of lush green trees, someone waved at me. “Miss Moore, would you like to go on a walk with me?”

Tears brimmed on her eyes, but she refused to let them spill over. Mercy, as a young girl with braided pigtails and rosy cheeks flashed through her mind. Mercy’s first tour in the warehouse. All the holidays and vacations they’d spend together, with Jonathan of course. Sephora lowered her head. Mercy had been a daughter to her. And now? Now Mercy was dead to Sephora. Sephora looked back up at Lucas, her eyes hard and her face stoic. “Have them detain Mercy,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

“Okay, Lady Mercy. Thank you very much for the input you have shared with me. More than that, I feel that in general we are very happy about all this, because I feel that this is something good and has really made me aware. Now I will try my best to become the best person ever and I will continue to fight tooth and nail for everything." “Very well, Rose Mary. Because after all this is for the survival of our entity, after all we have to fight for the prosperity of all that exists. And I believe that you are a very intelligent woman and have a very good opinion. It would be a shame if you made an unreasonable mistake, especially if the mistake was something that no one could ever imagine. Ros

“That’s how this started. With a kid hiding in a closet watching his parents die.” She walked over to him. Stood close. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said. “Don’t be. It made me what I am.” “That doesn’t mean you had to become this.” “Yes it did.” He looked at her. “Because mercy gets you killed. Kindness makes you weak. I learned that at twelve years old and nothing since has proved me wrong.” “I have.” He frowned. “What?” “I’ve shown you kindness. And I’m still alive.” She held his gaze. “Mercy hasn’t made you weaker. It’s made you more human.”

Almost, being the key word here. Valery removed the man’s grip from her shoulder as politely as she could, hackles rising once more from being in such close proximity to this dangerous stranger. She tried not to speculate into the man’s identity too much, truly wanting to respect his privacy, but knowing that he had the ability to kill her really kept her on edge. She offered him a hopefully consoling pat and put a little distance between them once more. “I apologise, thank you for saving me again. Let’s keep going, we’re only five minutes away.”

Trinity said with a satisfied smirk, and then she turned serious, pinching her arm suddenly. “Ouch Trinity” She whined with a pout. Trinity gave a friendly glare. “Never leave me on read” She scolded, shoving the powder case back into her purse. She nodded, flashed an apology smile. Speaking of apology she really needed to do that with Hardin. “I messed things up yesterday with Hardin” “I know. It’s my fault sending him over, I’m sorry” “I understand” No she didn’t, it was totally all Trinity’s fault even though not entirely. It was just much fun putting all the blame on Trinity.

The darkness surrounds him from all the sides, but she brought a tiny light with her which cleared the haze. And then that haze brought him the memory of his past actions which pushed him away from her. After clearing his past actions, the darkness again swept him and she again became a light which cleared each and every inch of it. However, it was decided he needed to pay for his past actions and this time she was pushed away from him. Now is there any end of the haze that is blocking his happiness or is it going to be present forever? Her choice between his past and present may have an answer to that question.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."