His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

malamig na wika nito sabay alis. Kahit malayo na 'to at alam kong hindi nako maririnig nito ay nag salita parin ako. "You messed with a very wrong woman." don't be little me, I'm not the tyrant's daughter for nothing. All my life I was trained for things like this. I'm just letting all of you do this to me, because I still have a mission to do. Umayos ako ng higa at pinikit ang mga mata.

The ground quakes beneath us, the air crackles with electricity, and the flames roar with an intensity that rivals the inferno of hell itself. Mercy's eyes widen in disbelief as the full force of my power engulfs him. His defenses crumble, his shadow wolf form dissipates, and he is left vulnerable and defenseless. In that moment, I see a flicker of fear in his eyes, a realization that his reign of terror is coming to an end. With one last, desperate act of defiance, Mercy summons a surge of dark energy, attempting to counter my attack. But it is too late. The power of the elements overwhelms him, tearing through his defenses and leaving him broken and defeated.

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

“You will change my life. And for that, I am eternally grateful to you.” His tone spoke gratitude, even reverence—but his eyes betrayed him. Within those thick blue depths, I saw something else entirely. Darkness. Cold certainty. Death waiting patiently. And in that moment, I understood one terrifying truth. Whatever he saw when he looked at me… it was not mercy.

Xane’s frantic warning slammed into her mind across the tether a fraction of a second too late. Mercy spun around, raising her left blade to parry, but the Stalker’s speed was unnatural. It lunged forward, its jagged, dark-enchanted bone blade thrusting straight for her heart. The strike missed her chest by an inch as Mercy twisted her body, but the dark blade bit deep into her side. A sharp, agonizing burn tore through her ribs. The bone-blade was coated in black Scourge venom—an ancient anti-magic toxin that instantly ignited across her bloodstream like liquid ice.

He buried his face in her neck, his hands clutching her back with a strength that bruised. "I saw her," Dark whispered, his voice a broken sob. "My mother. She was in the dark. She told me to... to find the stars. But I couldn't find them, Iza. I couldn't find them." "I'm the stars, Dark," she said, her voice a soothing, rhythmic hum. "I'm right here. I'm the floor of heaven. You're not in the dark anymore." Slowly, the tension began to drain out of him. The heart monitor began to slow. Beep... beep... beep. He stayed there, held by the woman he had bought, the woman who had now saved his empire and his soul.

“It is not happy. But it is not unhappy. It is just… existing. And that existence has value. Has meaning. Has worth.” “Yes. That is what we are trying to teach you. That existence does not require happiness to be worthwhile. Does not require joy to be meaningful. Does not require perfection to be valuable.” I sat at the tree’s base. “Existence is messy. Complicated. Full of contradictions. But it is still better than nothing. Still worth choosing. Still worth protecting.” Hope settled beside me. Quiet. Thoughtful. Processing. “The First Dark says existence is suffering. Says nothing is peace. Says erasing everything is mercy.” Hope’s voice was softer now. Less certain. “But maybe mercy is wr

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

A pressurized feeling propels on his back which forces his muscles to tighten. The force alone is something that he can handle but what happens next has a look of a dead man crossing his features. Butcher’s ribcage propels out of his body, armor and all shattering like glass. His eyes widen once he sees his own body part fling from his flesh like he is nothing more then the hounds he crafted from for battle. That helmet comes off of him, blood spoils everything else that is connected to him but he collapses down on his knees. For some reason, he is still alive still breathing but the pain is unimaginable. Both of his hands slide down onto the dark surface but as he touches this unknown found