His Dark Mercy By Amethyst Moonn Novels & Stories

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

I turned to chase down that vampire, but she held me by my arm. “Please, don't leave me here,” she begged, her voice like droplets of water, pouring down into the sea. It was barely enough to carry her through the sentence. My heart pulsed slowly as her eyes pleaded, radiating under the soft glow of the silver moon, her touch reigniting old flames. “I'll be right back, Maera,” I said, mind-linking through to her. I needed to soothe my Lycan's desire for blood. This time Circux craved vampire blood.

And now I'm trapped in this nightmare. He didn't even consider their friendship; he just spat out those words that tore Amethyst's heart and broke it beyond repair. Her tears flowed freely now, mingling with the earth below. 'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself again. 'Why can't I find my way back to the light? ' Amethyst felt that no matter what she did, she couldn't get out of drowning. She feels like she's drowning in the abyss of darkness.

It was barely there, just a whisper of the floral sweetness she used to wear, but it was enough to make my chest tighten. I dropped my head into my hands, tears streaming down my face. Vampires didn’t cry often; it wasn’t in our nature. But this pain was too much to contain. My shoulders shook as the sobs overtook me, raw and uncontrollable. The silence around me felt oppressive, like the forest itself was mourning with me. I looked up at the grave again, the black rose I had placed on top of the dirt standing out starkly against the earth. It was the only flower I could find that felt right for her—dark, beautiful, and strong, just like she had been.

--- The last line echoed in her mind, louder than the others. But first— She needed to understand. She needed to confirm what she feared Kael had already triggered. Her fingers traced the first line. --- “When crimson rains and moonlight dies…” She whispered: “Blood moon ritual… the night the veil thinned… The sacrifice that tore open the Dream Realm…” Her eyes widened slightly. “It has already happened.” She turned to the next line. --- “The Dark shall walk where silence lies.” Her jaw tightened. “…The Dark,” she repeated, “is not a metaphor. It is a title.”

And in the center of the room. A book sat on a stone pedestal. Black leather. Silver veins pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. The cover was carved with a sigil shaped like a twisted moon. The Luna Maximus. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t dare blink. The stories said the Luna Maximus chose its reader. That it whispered to those with ambition black enough to stain fate. That it could gift a Luna more power than any Alpha alive. It should have chosen me years ago. But the goddess...the bitch...picked Emara instead.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

She suffered minor burns but was relatively unharmed. Now years later Maya has a deep seated fear of fire and resists her fire manifestation. Because of this resistance it has put a block on the rest of her magic. This block has made it so her magic isn't manifesting the way it should and when it does manifest she is unable to control it. Not being able to break the block and the elders growing ever frustrated Maya faces excommunication from the coven. Maya's mother persuades the other elders to send Maya to the new moon academy to learn her powers in a space away from the coven and hopefully the block will lift.

"No, Bellamy. The blood moon rises in four nights. The ancient earth requires a pristine sacrifice—a young, strong vessel untouched by dark arcana. You are precisely what my altar has been weeping for." ​She leaned in closer, her dark hair brushing against his face, smelling of dark roses and mountain rain. Her dark lips brushed against the shell of his ear, her warm breath fanning across his skin. ​"Sleep now, my sweet offering," she purred. ​Morwenna blew a cloud of glowing, luminescent violet dust directly into his face.

“Is that what you call it? Because it looks a lot like you’re feeding into violence. Feeding into revenge. You’re risking everything—your soul, Ruby, us—over a man who deserves to die, yes, but not at the cost of who we are!” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You need to understand that sometimes we make dark choices to get what we want.” I stepped closer, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for his arm. “Ethan, please. Back out. Don’t do this. You’re not Caspian. You don’t have to become him. I can’t—” my voice broke for a second, “I can’t watch you turn into someone I won’t recognize. He is my brother, but I don’t even know him anymore.”