His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Maverick placed his hand on her face and fell for her even more when her eyes closed, and she leaned into his hand. “I want you, little angel, but I can't have you. I'm too fucked up! There's too much bad inside me. You deserve better! You deserve someone good, not someone dark like me.” Maverick said, his heart breaking as he tried to get her to realize what he knew the moment he found out what she was. “Then I accept your darkness! If you're darkness then I will be your light,” Azalea said as she came up onto her toes and placed her hand on his face.

I let go, losing myself in him for a minute before pulling apart. “I love you too,” I pant. “Now, onto the fun part of trying to undo my spell.” “I really do mean it when I say you are too merciful. I would have ripped his heart out and drank the blood straight from it years ago.” “Yeah, well, I don’t drink blood.” “Used it for a spell.” “Murder isn’t my thing.” “Murder can be very therapeutic.” I raise my eyebrows. “So is solitary confinement, from what I’ve been told.”

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

Mercy rushed towards Hope, and Leon while Zuri threw a vial towards the giants fighting Kraim and Lilith, then took out a small misshapen stick from her bag and shot black lightning at the vial. The vial burst and a purple cloud covered the giant undead whose movements got slowed. "... Well done!" Lilith jumped high and smashed a giant's head with a powerful blow. Mercy passed between them easily and began to chant a spell when a thought crossed her mind. "... How did he know?" She had never spoken about her power since the beginning, she wasn't even in Midgard's plan, but Dora knew right away that she was a dark power user. She quickly reached Leon and Hope, fighting 3 undead giants, the la

Emerging from the shadows was Dupree, his form monstrous and distorted, fueled by dark abyssal magic. "You may have activated the Heartstone," he growled, his voice dripping with venom, "but Meranthia will be mine!" Seraphina and I stood our ground, side by side. "We won't let you harm Meranthia," she declared defiantly. Dupree lunged, the darkness enveloping him like a tidal wave. But as he neared, the Heartstone's radiant light intensified, pushing back against the encroaching shadows. The battle between light and dark raged within the temple, with the fate of Meranthia hanging in the balance. The Spirit of Meranthia joined our side, lending her power to our cause.

Then, just before the door closes, her voice reaches me one last time, carried by the wind, barely more than a breath: “I never lied about the shadows still watching. Be careful.” A chill slips down my spine. I freeze for half a second… then continue inside, the door seals and the plane begins to move. Outside, the world is breathtaking and bright. inside, I sit quietly, knowing one truth as deeply as I know my own name… peace never comes without a price, and the shadows only exist where there is still light worth taking.. I arrive late to the mansion. The lights are dim, I pick up my phone to check the time and I see a few missed messages from Jackson.

“You’re arrogant filth. Useless. Weak.” He smiled like a demon and kneed them hard in the neck, then followed with brutal kicks to their stomachs. “P-please… have mercy,” Fugo croaked, knowing it was unlikely but trying anyway. Darkness rolled off of Dark like a physical thing, dangerous and absolute. “Mercy isn’t in my vocabulary. Face your consequences,” Dark said flatly, and pulled the trigger. Two shots rang out. The men slumped, fresh blood pooling beneath them. Justice, served.

Every plan crumbled to dust. Fury twisted his features into something ugly. "You think mercy makes you strong? It makes you weak." "No." I stood on shaking legs still drained from healing Derek. "It makes me different from you." Drake's laugh carried desperation now instead of confidence. "Different will not save you when I burn this palace to the ground." Before anyone could react he began chanting in a language that made my skin crawl. Dark magic gathered around him thick and oily and wrong. I recognized the spell structure from knowledge Morgana left in my mind. Suicide curse designed to take everything nearby along with the caster.

“And in my world, mercy is betrayal. Shoot him. Now.” Her hands shook violently, the muzzle wavering between the floor and the sobbing wreck of De Cruz. Her face was white as bone, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. “I save lives…” she repeated, tears spilling hot down her cheeks. “Not take them. I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” My voice dropped to a whisper, dangerous and intimate, dragging her into my darkness. “And you will. Or he’ll keep breathing because of you. His betrayal stains my circle, my table, my name. Clean it. Prove you’re not my enemy.”