His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

In fact, he had decided last night that the councilman had served all his purpose. "You would have nothing without my name boy" Grey said. His face was red with anger. Quite a feet for the disgustingly pale vampire. Just then Desmond moved and pinned Grey to the wall. His claws extended digging into the flesh of his neck. "That is where you are mistaken. I only needed you to turn this forsaken human I was reborn into. I need none of your power I have my own!" Desmond Seether. His eyes began to swirl a deep red. "Wha...What....Are.... You" Grey croaked out.

All the happy moments rushed back in my mind, reminding me the person I thought I would spend my forever with finally ended up stabbing me in my stomach. I slowly started giving myself to darkness, “Goodbye, little butterchick,” He said with a grin, I glanced at him with heavy eyes and finally managed to say, “You—are—a—monster,” and then I surrendered to death. *** Brandon’s P.O.V I thought I had lost her. It hurt so much sitting beside her while she laid unconscious for two days, she wasn't responding to me and it fucking suffocated me. I didn't want to imagine what might have happened to her if I hadn't made up fast to save her. Her ex left no stone unturned scarring her insides out. Bast

“You’ll find no mercy here, either, Ares.” I grab his tunic with my bad hand and pull him close. Lex comes forward, but it doesn’t feel natural anymore. I watch as she extends her claws. I see his fear when he sees my eyes turn black. It makes the dark magic happy. My good hand pulls back and swings down, backhanding the God of War.

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

" Hold your head high, Mercedes. That is now in the past. Let bygones be bygones. If we want to win this fight, we should only move ahead and not be held back by things that have passed." After Alexa said those words, the sky above them grew dark, followed by crackling lightning. The air got cold, filled with a dark malevolent aura that put everyone below him under pressure. His power and energy was emitting from him as the dark sky roared with lightning and thunder. Drakoen appeared above them like the angel of death who has come to collect those he will be sending off. Mercedes stood unfazed by his grand arrival. She was glad that he finally decided to show himself and spared her the searc

People started clapping when they announced, “And the winner is Abigail from Nightwalker’s pack. Dark got up, fixed his suit, and left. Like a good brother, I followed him to see if he was okay or if he needed me to help him with anything. I am his brother, but I am also his second in command. One thing I am 100% certain of is that my brother is far from being okay. I could hear a glass splintering as I was making my way into his study. I stood at the entrance in horror as my eyes traveled to his bloodstained hands from punching the wall. I ran inside and tried to get him to stop harming himself, but Dark is Dark, and he hates it when other people try to help him. I grabbed him from behind a

Dyron chided, his voice a deadly mix of honey and poison in sweetness once more. “You!” Colter roared in anger, pointing at Dyron who only smiled at him sweetly, instantly recognizing the king of darkness. “Me.” Dyron said happily, pointing at himself and unleashed a dark aura that he sent spiraling towards Colter without a second thought. It was pain. It felt like every inch of his body was being burned, his brain, his heart, his lungs, every fiber of his existence cried out in agony as the dark spell coursed through him. Dyron was transferring the darkness into him and Colter’s body could not take it. It felt like it was about to burst with all the sinister energy flowing through.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

Audrey thought it was useless—she knew he wouldn’t listen to anyone. "I know you’re still angry, but I think it’s enough for now," she said, pressing her lips together. ‘Please, return to your old self. The one humane enough to feel sympathy. It’s terrifying to see you like this.’ She silently pleaded, knowing her words would never reach him. She watched him again as he opened his eyes, darker than the night itself. "They don’t deserve pity, Audrey," Dark’s cold, quiet voice cut through the air. His words, chilling as ice, made Audrey shiver, even though she wasn’t the target of his rage.