His Dark Mercy By Amethyst Moonn Novels & Stories

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

Yet his essence endures, and his whisper still seeks her. For he believes that if her light is reborn in mortal form, he may reclaim her through it. Thus the prophecy was written: ‘When the daughter of moon and dusk unites both halves, the wound will open and the dusk will remember love. Mercy will be tested by hunger, and the vessel must choose: to forgive what broke the world, or to let it bleed anew.’” When Mira’s voice fell silent, the basin cleared—only Emry’s reflection remained. But for a heartbeat another shape stood behind her: a man’s outline, tall and still, eyes like eclipsed stars. Then it was gone.

Threads of black fire curled through the air, twisting like veins under the skin of the heavens. And Nythera. was there. Not fully in flesh, but close enough. Too close. Her shadow unfurled across the moon, so vast it swallowed the stars. Her voice rolled through my skull like thunder: “Daughter of Light. You burned my servants. Now you’ll burn with them.” I staggered, clutching my head as the world tilted. Every streetlight flickered. Every flame turned blue. Every whisper in the wind carried her laughter. Damon’s arm came around me, steady, grounding. “Rayna. Stay with me.”

Not the music of wolves but something cracked and ancient. Beside her, Seren finished drawing the rite's sigils into the rock with chalk and crushed bone. The wind howled around them. “He’ll feel this,” Seren said. “Good,” Lyra replied. She stepped forward and lifted the Moon Flame pendant. It blazed to life. A beacon of silver-white light split the darkness, firing into the clouds above like a signal fire. The canyons below went still. Every corrupted beast turned upward. And from the center of the army—

her mother screamed, voice breaking as Livia disappeared from their sight. ____________ Outside the Moonlight Pack, the Elders and Florita relentlessly attacked Amber’s barrier. One explosion after another shook the air until finally—the last barrier shattered. Pack warriors from Blood Moon, Dark Feather, and Black Shadow immediately charged. But as the gate opened, Amber’s resurrected warriors awaited them—eyes pitch-black, bows drawn. The arrows flew. Aldus, Sebastian, and Dominick were ready, fighting back relentlessly. But these warriors were no longer human—they were puppets revived by Amber’s dark magic.

I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept. “You can keep your chosen, Ares,” I said to the wind. “But the world you built will burn before she wears your mark.” Rain began, soft at first, then heavy. It hissed against the torches but couldn’t kill them. The flames only burned darker, red as the blood in my palms. I closed my eyes and felt the heat climb through me until it reached my throat. The words came out low, steady, ancient: “When mercy fails, judgment walks.” Thunder answered from the east. The Crimson Moon had risen.

It screamed, its form flickering, the darkness around it dissolving. "You cannot... you cannot..." "I can. I am the daughter of the moon. I am the mother of the light. And I am going to send you back to the pit you crawled out of." I raised my hand, the light gathering in my palm, and I drove it into the heart of the darkness. The Devourer screamed one final time. And then, suddenly, it was over. The light faded. The darkness vanished. The circle was silent. I fell to my knees, gasping for air. Rhydian was beside me, his arms around me, his voice steady.

His entire form convulsed, cracks of golden light bursting through his darkness. He screamed in a raw, terrifying sound that rippled across realms. “You cannot destroy me!” he shrieked. “Darkness is eternal! I have built an empire for myself and, a realm. This is my world, not yours!" The Moon Goddess stepped forward, each stride shaking the ground. “Darkness may be eternal, but you are not.” And with a whisper: “Be undone.” The moonlight flared, exploding outward. It tore through the darkness, shredded the shadows,

From behind, Draven hit at just the right time. The Shadowed Moon changed, and the energy that was melting into my mind came flooding in. Fear, doubt, and hesitancy all tried to get in, but the Silver Heart kept beating, revealing its full power. More than ever, the chains of silver light flared up and wrapped tighter around the Shadowed Moon's spiral. It hissed in my head, "You... are Moonbound." "But can you make it through the Ultimate Eclipse?" The Heart of Darkness will take everything you love.

I am a Servant of Death, sent to the werewolf realm by the Dark Goddess of the Underworld. She gave me a single rule. Every year during the pack's Dark Moon Festival, I must receive a water lantern carrying a genuine blessing. The first year, my future Alpha mate, my brother, and my childhood best friend all wrote my name on their lanterns. The second year, my childhood friend Julian said my adopted sister, Chloe, was too weak, so he wanted to pray for her just this once. The third year, even my brother, Ryker, who swore to protect me forever, gave his lantern to Chloe. Only my fated mate, Declan, left one for me. This was the fourth year. I couldn't sleep at all, so I finally told them