Lords Of Mercy Novels & Stories

Andrius’ sharp eyes scanned over every mercenary, and he said loudly, “In the name of the Wolf King of Florence, I promise that I can give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. “Not only can you return to Florence and your hometowns, but you can also join the Lycantroops and redeem yourself.” The mercenaries could not believe their ears. They would go from begging for food while being chased for thousands of kilometers, to becoming the admired elites of Florence... Such a change in status was like heaven and earth! “Wolf King...” Even the Arctic Fox was stunned by the words and asked with anticipation, “Are you serious? Can we really return to Florence and join the Lycantroops?” He was not d

I stood up, refusing to panic and just before a second, the soldiers returned with another man, crying and begging for mercy. He sagged between two of them, his mouth open that tasted of iron, eyes so wild and unfocused Night pressed close around us, his breath made the silence worse like a clock ticking down to something inevitable. I looked at him with anger and every knew I wasn't in the mood for stories Stories soften edges, they made monsters like him believed and mercy possible. Mercy tonight was a very big lie in my heart. I drawed my sword without ceremony, its steel whispering free of the scabbard, and I stepped forward.

"And tired men make emotional choices. Emotional men destroy empires." ​"She isn't an emotional choice," I said. My voice sounded raspy, hollowed out by three days of running on caffeine and cold sweat. "Seraphina has been loyal to this family. She kept the Blackwood account intact when everyone else panicked. She bled for us." ​Harrison leaned back in his leather chair, the dim lamp catching the silver at his temples. He looked at me not with anger, but with a cold, devastating pity that made my gut clench.

Brook-ta-man paused for a second. - Which of the dark clans called these geeks? - hissed the old man, curiously stretching his head forward. The corner of Brook-ta-man's mouth twitched into a slight smirk. - The situation is somewhat more complicated, the clans of the night have nothing to do with it, the mercenaries were created by the Brotherhood of Lycians. – the elders exchanged glances, a surprised murmur swept through the spacious hall. “We have no reason not to believe you. Brook-ta-man you are a devoted servant, but are you absolutely sure that human sorcerers are involved in the attacks?” - the elders closely followed the vampire.

I said at that moment. Here I was now, standing in the backyard before that pawn who would lose his life after a few minutes. He was a stupid pawn though, didn’t even know who helped him to get to the roof of the eastern gate. “Mercy, Il Cattivo, please. I have a wife and kids,” he begged. I kicked him as he clutched at my feet. He already knew he was dead, unless a divine miracle happened. “And the one you tried to kill is a mother of a child. Didn’t you think you were going to make him an orphan?” I yanked him up with his collar.

A group of bodyguards swarmed into the room and surrounded James and Bianca. "Anna! Are you alright?" Dad had rushed over with his bodyguards after tracking down my location. One of the bodyguards swiftly cut me free from the ropes that were binding me. Dad breathed out a sigh of relief when he realized that I was unharmed. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at James and Bianca, who were already subdued by the bodyguards. Tears streamed down Bianca's face as she tried to explain herself. "This was a set-up, Mr. Lawson! Anna ordered us to do her bidding. She told us that she'll only let us go after she gets her hands on 100 million dollars.

The other generals finally take notice of us and greet us respectfully. “Luna Serra, it’s an honor to meet you again, and have you here with us,” General Delacroix greets with a bow. “It’s an honor to be here,” I respond. General Birkett leads me towards a large map spread out on the table. “This is our current situation. As you can see, we have been successful in pushing against our enemies.” “Mostly rebels though,” another general pipes in. “And werewolves.” I study the map. There have been no wars lately, except for minor skirmishes on the border. And by minor skirmishes, it means mostly werewolf aggression against the Lycans.

Their brokers struck unrivaled deals when acquiring new arts and unearthed treasures. And most recently they had just unearthed what was thought to be the remains of the fallen Camelornian kingdom. A culture said to have rivaled the great Atlantis. A devastating war between gods and man had caused the fall of the kingdom. There weren’t many who believed in its existence yet when archeologist began to find buried treasures, pieces of the myth was put together. The National Museum had some acquired artefacts on display. That was the reason for the tourist crush. Evangeline Visser was overwhelmed by the preparations for the display. She was in charge of the afternoon tourist group and already s

He was aware of that. The God of War once made that oath to everyone from the five strongest nations. However, the foreign mercenaries simply served as ordinary soldiers in the war. He did not expect someone superior like the God of War to take notice of them. Yet today, these mercenaries offended the God of War. Kaze said indifferently, “What are you waiting for? Slit your throat.” “Wham!” Moments later, the foreign mercenary collapsed to the ground, his hand gripping a blood-stained dagger. His face bore his reluctance to depart from the world.

The castle over the way was still smoldering, the fog-filled air gives them that darken skies and a bloody sun. And after the fight, the genuine horror began. The Kings Soldier released their lowborn onto the casualties. There, they would be throat-cutting, finger removal, and everything of significance was withdrawn from Jerome's men. Soldiers became mercenaries for the potential of loot, and they only got to loot if they won. And they did.