His Dark Mercy By Amethyst Moonn Novels & Stories

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

“Your fear opened the first gate. Your anger pinned the tracker. That means your blood is awake.” “I don’t want this,” I whispered. Dax’s gaze sharpened. “Wanting has nothing to do with prophecy.” He reached into his coat and pulled out something small wrapped in leather. He opened it and revealed a thin sliver of pale metal—Moon-silver—etched with the same split crescent. My throat tightened. “Where did you get that?” “From a cage,” he said. “From someone who didn’t make it out.” He set the sliver beside the circle. “If you step into the Hearth, you can pull the bond like a rope. You can draw him through.”

The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particular demon, something completely different could connect to them all or to one person, and that could end up in being haunted or even possessed. After that Maria and Juan went to the esoteric shop, where they bought the necessary items for the ritual - Lilith amulet, black candle, incense and a few other things. The shop owner looked at them strangely and warned that using dark magic was very dangerous. - I know, but we have to use it, our friend's life depends on it. We know that we have to be careful and we will definitely be.- Maria replied shortly. Juan was silent the whole time, just paid for everything and

A Few hours earlier: Hello, My name is Amethyst Webber and today is my 18th birthday. As I wake up in my small room in the attic where I sleep. I pray to the Moon Goddess that she will grant me my mate and take me away from all the abuse I have suffered the past ten years since the death of my parents. The blood River pack where I was born and raised decided after my parents' death to use me as a slave where they can use and abuse me. I do thank the Goddess that no one has sexually abused me as I am saving my virginity for my mate as a special gift to him.

I heard her beautiful voice in the dark. “I left the closet open, go ahead and put your shoes and whatever else in there so you can find it easily later. I’ll come find you baby,” I said. I walked through the room, holding the wall as a guide and found her, holding her hands out, already reaching for me. I took her hand and it was soft, little and perfect. Make her comfortable Derek, be cool. “I really want to make sure you’re okay with this Eve, I know how it must look. I can’t really imagine what you must be thinking of me, honestly.

Her eyes suddenly glowed yellow and she snapped her fingers. For a while nothing happened. Then all of a sudden there was a sudden snap of bones. Daniel cried out in shock and pain as he recognised that feeling. Luke gave him a confused stare. "No." Daniel shut his eyes tight as he groaned. "It's not possible. Its not the full moon yet!" "Perks of my powers." Shiela grinned from her seated postion. " I can activate the curse regardless of the full moon's presence or absence." " Full moon?" Luke was petrified in shock as he stared at the boy in his grip. " Don't tell me..."

You have got to be fucking kidding me. This is the moment in every romance novel when someone in my position would describe the earth moving, or say something cliché like, ‘I’ve found the light in my darkness’. Pfft. No, I just found more darkness in my darkness. After all these centuries, I finally find my animai, but as per-fucking usual, nothing in my life ever goes right. My animai has to be a fucking venatrix and one of the people responsible for my capture and torture. Just fucking great. My animai is currently pointing a gun at me. Just what did I do to bring so much shit into my life? This has to be a mistake, I can’t accept a killer for an animai, what the fuck is the Goddess thinki

she said. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You don't know, do you?" she asked. "Know what?" I replied. "You must have lost your parents. That is why they entrusted this to me in case of their death. Dear, you are the keeper of both darkness and light. However, the darkness in you is much stronger; the simple fact that the Amethyst moon pentacle has been found again shows the true extent of your power, but you must tread carefully; that power comes at a price once fully activated. It appears you have only activated two of the powers; if you mate when the full moon rises, the third power will be activated, and they will come for you." She whispered, "Keep this book hidden at all times,

I saw her sacrifice herself to lock away an old evil. Then I saw the prophecy. Not just words on a page, but living pictures. "When blue fire burns in two hearts instead of one, the sleeping darkness shall wake. The child of dark and the child of moon shall stand together against the end of all things." "Child of shadow," I gasped. "That's me." "And child of moon is me," Amara said. "But what does it mean?" The pictures kept coming. I saw the dark army moving across the land. Creatures that looked like they were made of live shadow. At their head was a figure in a black cloak, its face covered but radiating pure evil.

CHAPTER 137: DUSK’S MERCY LYSS' POV: Song: "HAVE MERCY" BY THE GHOST OF PAUL REVERE ~~~~ Moon‑swept wind is pushing at my back as I am climbing the stone stair that ribbons up the cliff face toward the Moon Temple. Every muscle is aching from the ride here; five straight hours on the motorcycle, rain stinging like gravel, the roar in my helmet louder than my thoughts. But now, as I am stepping beneath the pale archway, everything is falling quiet except the thunder of my heart.