His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

Yelling in pain like lava was being poured into his eyes. “PLEASE!” I saw blood trail out of his eyes along with tears now. “Please have mercy!” He bawled now and looked at me to yell out the same words. "Please have mercy!" He pleaded now, his chest heaving intensly. I raised one brow now in reaction. "Mercy?" I muttered. "It died when you killed my best friend..." I said and he groaned agonizingly. I dropped his other leg on the side now and turned back to him. "Now, I'm wondering. Does the Dark One have a dick?" I muttered and he started to shake his head furiously. I smirked.

"No," I whispered, pulling away the shard of stone before releasing her wrists. "I won't become like you. We are one,” I whispered, moving back. “Yield and we become one.” The dark queen stared up at me, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She had expected death, she had expected revenge, but she had not expected mercy. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as she processed my words, the weight of them sinking in. Suddenly, black shadows began to engulf her. They hovered before her, spinning with a malevolent grace, before slowly covering her body.

My thighs shook, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I felt myself unravelling, completely at his mercy. “Remy, I’m— I’m going to—” “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice dark and commanding, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “Now.” And I did. My body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cried out his name, my vision blurring as the orgasm consumed me. My walls clenched around his fingers, and I felt the slick rush of release as he continued to work me through it, his tongue never stopping, never letting me come down.

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

When he finally reached her, he gently leaned closer and whispered words that pierced her heart. “If a humble life is what you want, then that’s fine with me. If that will make you happy, I’m willing to walk that path with you. I’ll do everything for you… my beloved Miss Hermenez,” Dark said, his voice full of respect and pure love. Cheers exploded around them. “Woooooohhhh! Say yes already, girl!” someone shouted. “Don’t make him wait! He’s handsome AND rich!” “Go, bestie! Stop resisting!”

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

My hand forgets what she looked like halfway through and I’m left with something that’s almost her but not quite, something that makes my chest ache because it’s wrong and I can’t fix it no matter how many times I try. So I stopped trying. I set the charcoal down on the table beside me and rub my fingers together. The black dust smears across my skin, gets under my nails. It used to feel like progress, like I was making something. Now it just feels like evidence that I’m still here when I shouldn’t be. The room is so quiet it’s almost loud. The kind that sits on your chest and makes it hard to breathe, the kind that fills up all the space until there’s nothing left but you and your thoughts

He keeps his head bowed, the harsh fluorescent glare of the room catching the scarred plating of his shoulder armor as he takes a slow, deliberate breath. He reveals that the rogue army has completely abandoned Dawn Mercer after learning of his plan to destroy the entire province with dark magic. The confession hangs heavily in the chilled air, exposing the rot at the core of the syndicate's leadership and the terrifying realization that Mercer's madness had finally crossed a line his own mercenaries refused to follow.

Corbin’s calm voice echoed from the far side of the dark room as he smoothly disarmed a third mercenary, pinning him against the wall with textbook military precision. "What is happening?!" a fourth mercenary screamed, stepping backward into his friend. "They're in the dark! They can see us!" "Shoot! Just shoot anything that moves!" another man panicked, firing two blind shots into the empty ceiling. "Stop shooting, you idiots!" the mercenary leader yelled, his voice cracking as he backed toward the entrance. "Fall back to the trucks! Fall back right now!" The remaining hired men threw their flashlights onto the ground in pure terror, scrambling blindly toward the open vault doors, bumping i