For Honor Mercy Novels & Stories

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

“Or maybe I’m just tired of pretending. Tired of clapping for her victories when I’ve always wanted what she had.” Conrad’s voice hardened. “So this was your grand plan? Drug her, humiliate her? You think that will erase who she is?” Mercy’s gaze rose to meet his. “No. But it will remind her she’s not untouchable. She’s not the golden girl she pretends to be. She’s flesh and bone. And bones break.” Conrad took a step closer, lowering his voice. “And what then? You think she’ll forgive you after this?”

“There will be no mercy.” ------------------------

No honor, no conscience, no gratitude. Now, with her new investigator on the job, I’m nothing but a footnote in her brutal story. But mark my words: she’ll rue the day she underestimated me. I’ll take back what she owes me…my f*e, my pride, and maybe even a measure of revenge. Because people like Mercy always get what’s coming to them, one way or another. I rubbed my cheek where she had slapped me in anger. My furious throbbing head was the only payment I had gotten.

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

She dragged Ramona to the room and sat her down so she could explain. "23 years ago, Xanthoria was attacked by a old enemy of your mother. Yes, the woman is your mother. I was her most trusted maid. That day your mother had to send you away to protect you and also so you can save the kingdom later. I guess you didn't get your powers early because you've never practiced and you're far from anything magic. This earring is yours. It'll help you discover your true potential. Welcome back, my Queen." Farah said, curtsying. In the room opposite them, Aiden and Maha were going through the pictures when Maha made a comment.

She would claim the pen, the crown, and the dawn. And, for the first time, rewrite mercy as the strongest magic of all. And far below, beneath mirror and root, prophecy and pain, the world itself waited, breath held, to see if mercy could outlive vengeance, and if, in the end, it would be enough...

Margery replied, “We owe a debt of gratitude to the crown. We serve your position with great honor and-” “I don’t get it.” The typical rehearsed line was annoying and I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. “You were all part of the queen’s court before but then Atta died and now you’re just not? Seems like your service is done.” The family gasped and Jacques continued treading carefully, “Oh how candid you speak dear.” I shrugged, “I’m more just wanting to figure out why out of everyone I’ve ever met you’re all the first to be nice to Hectyr and it’s to the point he calls Polaris friend.”

he said. “Mercy is only noble when it does not make you foolish.” I looked at him, then at the frightened packs gathered beyond the circle, where Blackfang and Northridge stood side by side in shared horror. “No,” I answered. “Mercy is dangerous because men like you never know where to stand when someone refuses to become your knife.” I pressed my palm against the bloodline thread and let my own blood answer. Pain tore through me. The old mate mark burned. The pendant from my mother’s box blazed beneath Tala’s hands.

Chapter Eighty-One: The Punisher Hawkins' POV Seeing Miracle fulfill her vengeance after years of suffering was satisfying to say the least. She's always had a good heart despite everything she's been through and that is why I admire and love her. She remained calm, lovely and kind no matter how much the people around her treated her like shīt.