His Dark Mercy Novels & Stories

How he got this close to me in seconds, I didn't know. "Killing them is different from killing Merlin," I said. "It's not," he refuted, taking a step forward and I unconsciously moved backwards. He took another step forward and before I could move back, he held me by the waist, pulling me against body. "They are both enemies and so is Merlin. Killing them and not killing Merlin doesn't make you an Angel. The moment you kill them you become a murderer and the darkness slowly seep into your heart. Not killing Merlin isn't mercy, it is stupidity. You're only trying to fool yourself into believing there's not that dark part of you that knows she deserves to die." He brushed his lips against the

She looked broken. And some dark, dangerous part of me whispered maybe she hadn’t wanted to betray me at all. I crushed the thought before it could take root. Because mercy wasn’t in my blood. If Amara Blake wanted a war, she was about to learn exactly what kind of man Damien Cole really was.

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

"I know you must both be so angry with me. Adrian is as well. I'm selfish and stupid. I deserve everything that's ever happened to me. But I'm so tired. I can't outplay Sean. I can't even drag him down with me when I die." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The rain seemed to be pouring harder now. At that moment, I felt like a wandering ghost with no home to return to. "When I join you in the afterlife, don't shy away from me, okay? Please don't reject me. I know… I was wrong." After walking in a daze for what felt like forever, I finally got home. Before I could open the front door, I saw the warm yellow light spilling through the gap under the door.

The dark matter clashing between them unleashed microscopic reality distortions. With his other hand, Sebastian grabbed the edge of the General's colossal left dark-energy wing. SCREEECH! Sebastian planted his foot on the General's chest for leverage and, with a terrifying display of pure, unadulterated physical might, violently ripped the entire dark energy structure clean off the entity's back. The General let out a psychic shriek of catastrophic agony that nearly paralyzed every mercenary in the plaza. The severed wing dissolved into harmless purple smoke. Sebastian Sterling loomed over the crippled executioner, his chest heaving, his entire body radiating blinding violet and gold light.

Laty glared at him, “Take a step towards me, and you will regret this.” Kil only smirked at the words, "It is unclear to me why you are this way, but I hope to change that.” His million-dollar smile as he said those words was enough to make an ordinary man swoon. However, Laty isn't an ordinary man. He's out to get revenge on those who killed his parents. With a battle cry, he charged toward Kil. “Dark.” Kil facepalmed as he watched his mate approach. “Whoever said having half-souls makes things easier for you was lying.”

"You’re still just the girl who cried when I touched her neck. You’re still just the mistake I didn't bother to kill." He straightened up and looked out at the ten thousand, his eyes full of a sickening, dark light. "Welcome back, Kaima," Damon said, his voice rising in a shout that made the survivors flinch. "I was wondering when the trash would finally find its way back to the bin. I hope you're ready to be burned, because I have a very large furnace waiting for all of you." He raised his hand, and the dark energy around him erupted into a pillar of black fire that reached toward the sky, turning the moonlight into a bruised, sickly purple.

She ponders into the darkness with a heavy heart, wagering her options over and over again till she is back at the beginning and then again. A flashlight shines from the end of the room, followed by thudding steps. The sound of a stormy weather drizzles through the door as she bends her head towards the direction. The flashlight shines on other ends, revealing the other girls littered on the floor in different sleeping positions and bare bodied, except for the ones who are much younger and are yet to be prepared for transportation. The light steadies on her and for the first moment, she feels her heart cling on the edge of a wall, getting dabbled almost at the verge of falling. The light sha

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou