Lords Of Mercy Novels & Stories

Lucas voice sounded and I smiled at his anxiety. It felt nice to see hear him sound so anxious. I had also gotten anxious over him before so it was his turn now. "My Lords, I could not see the leader's face but I had engaged him in a fight, He had brought four warriors with him and my two core warriors couldn't stand against them so they were killed. While I was fighting the leader,his warriors took Evelyn and Nelson and escaped but i had observed that when they fought,they had fought with their fangs the most, they focused on attack and bite skills rather than defense and sword skills. I was caught off guard and displayed a flaw which their leader took advantage of and escaped. I am sorry t

“Before the Houses demand blood, we will hear testimony. These mercenaries infiltrated our wards and spilled blood on the academy grounds. They did not act alone.” A ripple of unease passed through the crowd. I felt Caelum tense at my side, Lucien shift closer, Elias’s hand brush mine where no one could see. One of the mercenaries lifted his chin, lip split, but smile sharp. “You want truth?” he rasped. “Fine. We were hired. Paid in blood coin and dragonsteel.” His gaze swept the room before landing on three men I recognized instantly, though I had never stood so close to them. Alaric Hawthorne. Lord Gerrard Nerezza. Archmage Callum Everley.

“You are their father. You are not a liability.” “What happens when I don’t know you?” he asked, his voice raw. “What happens when this… this thing inside me sees a stranger near my children? What will I do, Liora?” He turned to face her, his eyes full of a terrible, lucid fear. “He’s right. You might have to stop me.” The truth of it was a cold knife in her heart. She had no answer. The next morning, the decision was made for them. They had just left the farmstead when a group of riders crested a nearby hill. They weren't Theron’s polished Acquirers. These were rougher men, with hard eyes and mismatched armour. Mercenaries. The dregs drawn by Theron’s bounty.

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

The man was stronger than me, like a beast. “One day of being good, and then back to square one? It’s fun to mess with you, but you should know your limits.” “F—fuck you…… Ugh…… Ugh…….” “I was going to show you mercy if you behaved.” “…….” “You have to pay for trying to do something bad.” He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me off the bed.

I heard the crack of vertebrae from across the room. "What the hell are they?" Valerius gasped beside me. "I don't know," Ares breathed. But there was something in his voice. Recognition? No, not quite. It was more like... respect. The mercenaries tried to fight back. They were hardened killers, experienced warriors who had probably seen a hundred battlefields. It didn't matter. The strange wolves cut through them like they were children playing at war. Tiana was screaming orders, but her voice was drowned out by the sounds of battle—the clash of steel, the screams of the dying, the wet thud of bodies hitting the floor.

Way worse. I’d seen how his men treated us already. If this is how the soldiers acted, kicking girls around and calling us bitches and sluts, then their king had to be ten times meaner. Rumors said he was immortal and nothing under the sun could kill him. What chance did I have against that? At least with a regular alpha there was a tiny sliver, maybe one percent, that I could fight back, maybe even kill him in his sleep if I got lucky. But the king? No. I’d rather take my chances with one of his hunters than end up alone in a room with that monster.

“Word’s gotten out about your loyalty. My people respect that. Power’s not about forcing ties, it’s about giving them, free and clear.” Marcus managed not to choke, repeating the lines Lyra drilled into him. “The honor is mine, Lady Meridian.” Not his usual way of talking, but hey, it worked. Then it was just a carousel of new arrivals, the Free Cities, the Mountain Clans, the Shadowwood Druids, each with their own little theater act. You couldn’t just shake hands and call it a day. Every group wanted its own brand of respect, and if you got it wrong, well, good luck.

Gautbert ran and crawled to his knees on to the paladins. “ My lord, what is it?” The confused paladins take on guard of the remaining three mercenaries and the wounded merchant. “ These mercenaries took over the carriage I am in, then took hostage the lady I'm with!” Lies started to flow out of his mouth. “What nonsense are you talking about merchants!” The elderly man shouted. “See that, they are not aware we are entering the restricted area and we ended up being attacked by the demons.”

Since I was a minor, I didn't last in there for more than half an hour since it was against government laws for a minor to be held that long. " Marcus?" The officer frowned " what's your dad's name?" " Dante Marcus" I answered. The officer looked at me weirdly then gave me back my shades that were taken at the front desk. Now that I saw his face clearly, he appeared to be wary of my eyes. I quickly put them back on my eyes " Let's get this over with" he sighed motioning to me to start speaking. " I… he pushed me more than three times and I uhm...I beat him" I even felt stupid for saying what I was saying right now but that was really the case.