His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

“And yet you keep offering it.” “I made that choice long ago.” Her eyes eased barely, but it was enough to ache. Enough to make me believe I could pull her back. And then A wave of shadow tore through the air like breaking glass. Darkness stepped forward. My face. My voice. My power turned into something ruthless and beautiful. Dark Kael. “You still pretend she needs your mercy,” he said with a slow, mocking grin. “When she deserves your worship.” Rory’s breath hitched not in fear. In tribute. The dark part of her calling to the dark part of me.

The second soldier lifted his boot, aiming it directly at Dominic’s temple for a executioner’s strike. “I said, don’t touch him!” I screamed. The explosion of void magic that ripped out of my skin didn’t come from my hands—it erupted from my throat, a concussive shockwave of pure, unfiltered darkness fueled by the absolute horror of watching my mate be humiliated. The kinetic blast caught all four mercenaries flat on their chests, throwing them out of the elevator car and crashing them violently into the glass partition wall of the laboratory. I stepped out of the cage, my bare feet padding against the sterile white tile, my ragged midnight gown billowing around me like a cloud of smoke. My

The Architecture of Calculated Pity Seraphina's POV The sudden plunge into total darkness was accompanied by the heavy, mechanical thud of emergency iron blast doors sealing the auction auditorium. Panic erupted across the room, wealthy investors shouting, chairs scraping violently against the floor, and phones lighting up like frantic fireflies in a tomb. Before the backup generators could kick in, a sudden, blinding amber flare ignited near the auxiliary exit. In the stark, flickering light of the flare stood Julian Vance Clair.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

I shoved him down hard. The bullet ripped through me instead, and I collapsed on him. His eyes went wide, real terror flickering there for the first time. "Natalie…" Gunfire answered back. Bernard's crew was not having it. The world started to spin, pain crashing over me like a wave. Francis' voice was calling my name, fading into the distance. Then, everything went black. ...

In the seventh year of our marriage, Rhett once again gave something of mine to Lauren without asking my permission. By the time I found out, she was already wearing the brooch my mother had left me at a family gala. I went straight to the study. "Why did you take my things?" Rhett glanced up at me, then rose from his chair and walked over. He slipped an arm around my waist. "She's only borrowing it, Nancy. I know how generous you are. Surely you can let this go. "Lauren has only just taken over the South District, and the old guard are watching her every move. Your mother commanded a great deal of respect within the family. Wearing that brooch might at least make those old men think t

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

The darkness was rapidly starting to envelop me. The last thing I heard before the world went completely dark was a deep gruff voice saying. "Boss, the job is done, I've got her."

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.