Lords Of Mercy Novels & Stories

It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Adon, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful than this?

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

Blood steamed on the cold earth. Mercer defenders fought fiercely—arrows rained, blades slashed, formations tightened again and again—but Damian fought like a creature that had forgotten what mercy even looked like. Every time they tried to slow him, he cut them down. Every time they tried to push him back, he tore through their center. Every time a guard shouted “For Lady Sereia!” another fell beneath his sword. The clash spiraled across the foothills in a violent tide, Vitale green and Mercer crimson staining the soil until it turned black.

Eluvene said. Galian looked at the Dark Mage. “Betraying our God?” Eluvene shrugged. “I am loyal only to myself!” Orcs and mercenaries went to Godefray, surrounding him. Battle axes were in their hands, and Godefray tried to grab one. An Orc punched Godefray, and he fell on his back but rose fast. His knees were shaking, and blood was coming out of his nose, but tried to grab another battle ax. Powerful hands shoved Godefray. His back bumped into a mercenary. The Paladin spun on his heels and the mercenary hit him in the stomach. Another hit him in the back, throwing Godefray to the ground.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "That magic," he lifted a finger and pointed at me. "You are the Prophecy Child. The one who will restore balance." I watch how his body turns into ashes, his skin and eyes losing color and becoming gray. "You may have gotten rid of me, but Lord Demir will send another. No matter how much you defeat us, our lord will get what he wants. You may be destined to fight your uncle, but there can only be one ruler," Half of Merkon's body is gone, only leaving his head remaining as he says, "Lord Demir is our true ruler. You will never defeat him."

In doing so, the Islanders called away from the whole regiment that sheltered the wooden coffin of the vampire in its own tent, leaving it and its league of five lords entirely unprotected at the rear of the troop. Cornelius and Darwin had found a hiding niche near there the night before when they explored the troop's activities. As soon as the battalions were immersed in battle, all awareness concentrated on the battle at the front line. The warfare left Cornelius and Darwin entirely unrestricted to assault the human lords. Cornelius oversaw and Darwin stayed back to seize any lords attempting to flee. They cut down the ones with alarm signals first, so no warning could be chimed. A few had

"The law of the wasteland ends at the door. I am offering the King's Mercy. You get a roof, and you get meat. You pay for it with complete loyalty to the Obsidian Queen." The rogue Alpha let out a barking, hacking laugh. "Mercy is for wolves with full bellies," the beast snarled. He dropped to all fours, his spine popping as his muscles coiled. "I want the dome. And I don't share with pups." He lunged. Facing a nine-foot monster with a dislocated shoulder left only one option. Leo pivoted and sprinted deeper into the industrial labyrinth of Sector Four. "Get the meat!" the Alpha roared, heavy claws tearing gouges out of the steel grates as he scrambled after the prey.

"My, if it isn't the daughter of Avalon. It's a pleasure for me to meet the heir of one of our future Holy Knights." She bowed slightly, Iris was a little surprised but stepped forward to stay between the maid and Solaria. "What do you mean gluttony?" Mercy joined them. Moonra tried to stop her with his gaze but the girl ignored him. "Oh, Lady Mercy, good to see you so fine, is your knight now strong enough to compete as a Holy Knight?" Mercy glanced at Hope and sighed. "I had others plan anyway, but what did you mean by gluttony?" "Mercy! I believe it's not that important!" Solaria grabbed her hand.

Her legs went rubbery, and she fell to the ground. Dominator grabbed her hair and lifted her off the ground. “My patience is limited. I’ll count to three. If you don’t tell me where he is, don’t blame me for what happens next.” “One. “Two.” His voice echoed in the cavern. “Let her go.” Everyone quickly turned around. More than twenty flashlights were pointed at James. James slowly walked down from the boulder and approached the mercenaries. They held their weapons tightly as they slowly backed away. This was the Black Dragon, the War God of Sol.

Damon himself stood tall in the middle, a sly smile on his lips. "This is your last chance, Nyla," he yelled. "Surrender now, and I might show mercy." I took a step forward and spoke steadily. "You don’t know the meaning of mercy." His smile got bigger. "Then let’s end this." The atmosphere stiffened. Then, anarchy broke out. Wolves moved, charging into combat. Swords clashed. Flesh was torn apart by teeth. Warriors clashed in a flurry of fur and steel, causing the ground to tremble.