His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

She whispered back, "We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy." She had no idea how messy things were going to get very soon if we did not get out of this thing. I could feel the blood leaving my brain and all I wanted was to cum hard and long. I was close to the point of not caring who I was with or who was around. I just wanted to cum. Her bare ass was so deep and tight that I could feel her cheeks pulling on my boxers as we walked. As she took one more step her ass pulled on my cock and I felt my cock spring out of the fly in my boxers.

The black marble floor beneath our boots groaned as a wave of dark energy blasted outward from Lord Hector's transformed body. The dark shadow exile surged through his veins, turning his skin a corpse and filling his eyes with blackness. His spine cracked, extending unnatural inches as dark, volatile veins burned through his fine fur coat. The sheer pressure of the dark magic shattered the two nearest marble pillars, sending heavy, jagged blocks of granite crashing down toward the central benches where the bound elders sat trapped.

It has been almost fourteen hours since we came here, it was now around four in the morning and yet his father remained still. When Dominic and that other woman left to rescue him, they didn’t find him tortured, they didn’t find him suffering, no. They found him locked in a neglected dungeon, unconscious almost looking lifeless. If it wasn’t for his low, faint beating heart everyone would’ve thought he was dead. Mr Meleros was an exact bigger version of Dimitrius, same black curly hair, same tanned skin, same features, same height. But he looked nothing near that. His face looked pale, very pale almost as if no drop of blood was circulating. His parted lips were chapped and dehydrated as if

It's bright lights blinded her as she stared straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights. "Who the hell?" One of the men growled as the ignition to the car turned off and the driver side door flew open. Shock rolling through her Summer watched as Asher emerged from the car with a wrench in hand. Like a God of vengeance he was on Cliff who was closest to him within a minute wrench connecting directly with his head. The man yelled as blood began pouring from the spot that it connected with. Ignoring his feeble attempts to hit him Asher swung again this time hitting Cliff's temple. Like a rag doll he crumpled to the ground unmoving.

Alexa just smiled. Dark was just standing outside the house he's about to collect. This is the second to the last he will pick up and deliver for today. He observed the whole house from his vantage point. It was not big, it was not made of stone but this home was very memorable to Dark. He still remembers the first time he landed in that place. Flashback Dark stands by the window, he will fetch the woman who will die of serious illness. According to the woman's record, she is only 23 years old, she has uterine cancer and it has only been a few weeks since they married her husband who is 25 years old.

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.

meanwhile in the dark sky two love cupids evil angel and good angel evil angel : why are you looking depressed good angel : can't you see their pain two guys dying for her and this girl loves him more than anything I'm sad to see them heartbroken evil angel : it's their fate no one can change it we still don't know what's there in that girl's heart good angel : I want to see happiness evil angel : life is mixture of both happiness and sorrow good angel : I will make them happy at any cost I will heal their hearts which are craving for love evil angel : woah I will watch

“― Now that I know my real identity, I'm not going to stop until Valen is all mine and I have enough to destroy you. I’m not going back to Canada. I’m coming to Dark Wolverson. So, you better run the next time Snow appears. You won’t be able to handle the two of us.” Mercedes cackled with hideous laughter that had her coughing due to the damage to her trachea. Obvious hatred fermented in her eyes which was incomparable to Hera’s abhorrence for her. My wolf inflated with brewing rage. “Bring it,” I fearlessly dared, staring her dead in the eyes. The sinister smirk Mercedes directed at me depicted that something malevolent was hatching from her brain, like a secret weapon she was nesting for t