My Mercy Prevails Over My Wrath Twd Novels & Stories

Everything just felt so numb. "By doing this, you are only torturing yourself and those who love and care for you. By doing this, you made us feel as though we already lost you when you're still with us. Instead of acting like this, instead of slowly killing yourself, why don't we treasure every moment l-left with each other, hmm? Everyone misses you, dear. I just had you back, Miracle, will you really let me lose you like this? Don't you want to walk with Mommy like the good old days?"

I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept. “You can keep your chosen, Ares,” I said to the wind. “But the world you built will burn before she wears your mark.” Rain began, soft at first, then heavy. It hissed against the torches but couldn’t kill them. The flames only burned darker, red as the blood in my palms. I closed my eyes and felt the heat climb through me until it reached my throat. The words came out low, steady, ancient: “When mercy fails, judgment walks.” Thunder answered from the east. The Crimson Moon had risen.

If she didn't get to a hospital soon, it would be too late. My chest tightened as I pulled her into my arms. "Call an ambulance," I urged, my eyes red-rimmed. "If we wait any longer, Harper won't hold on." At that, Tyler spat in disdain. "Funny how the tables have turned. Back then, my brothers were on their knees begging you to save me. And now look at you. Is this how you beg?" Jerome frowned. Seeing that, Logan leaned in and said, "It's just Harper. Saving her would settle the debt. Besides, if you step in now, you'll earn a reputation for being grateful."

Her expression twisted into something ugly, her patience snapping. Without hesitation, she grabbed a glass of red wine and dumped it on me. But that wasn't enough. She picked up handfuls of meat from her plate and hurled them at me. Within seconds, my hair and clothes were completely soaked—wine, broth, and oil staining every inch of fabric. Not a single clean spot remained.

I placed a call across to Wesley and he got to work almost immediately. It's been a while since I attended a burial ceremony. I think I would be doing that soon, because someone would be dying by my hands soon. Retribution and death were basically the words that I know. I show no mercy to my enemies, and even if I do, they would be living in hell while still alive. Gripping my phone even hard, I felt the need to spill blood, and nothing not even God himself can stop me from shedding blood. Soon, a call came in from Wesley and I wasted no time in picking.

Each word scraped against my pride like jagged glass. Henry’s chuckle deepened. “You can do better than that. Beg, Alexander. Make me believe it.” I glanced at Sarah. Her terrified eyes locked onto mine, silently pleading, her lips trembling as if forming the words she couldn’t bring herself to say. The urge to rip Henry apart surged in me, but I swallowed it down. Violence wouldn’t help her now. “Please,” I said again, louder this time, my voice shaking. “I’m begging you, Henry. Let her go. Take me instead if that’s what you want.”

I have been working here together with the other servants for roughly two weeks now, I've never seen him come around and honestly now I hoped it was kept that way. "That's his step mother," Miranda, my new werewolf friend nulged my shoulders as she wriggled her brows at me. She was the sweetest I've met in this hole of monsters so far. May it's because she hasn't "wolved out yet" according to her confession. Miranda was not yet a monster so she was a sweet person. Immediately we fixed our concentration back on the floors. There's no way no one here ever thought of mop sticks, I winced internally holding my waist with one hand while I angrily squeezed the unfortunate napkin with my other han

“Relax. Let me help you.” Imani exhaled sharply, shivers running through her body. Every nerve was awake, every inch of her skin burning. She pressed back slightly, letting Zariah’s warmth wash over her, leaning into the teasing touch while Malik’s presence at her back made the sensation deeper, more grounding, more urgent.

His expression turned icy as he interrupted Craig. “What did you just call my son? “Whether they are my subordinates or my family, I will not tolerate disrespect or people who don’t know their place.” “My apologies, sir. I… I meant… congratulations to them.” Craig swallowed in fear. His face twisted in resentment. He clenched his fists tightly and sat back down. After that, everyone congratulated us. They enthusiastically discussed the details of our weddings. The only ones who were silent were Craig and Murray. Throughout the entire dinner, Murray’s eyes were locked on me. He did not even respond when Lucy tried to speak to him.

“I will, and I’ll call Mum tonight, she’ll probably cry.” “She will,” Arthur said with a grin. “And Dad will pretend not to.” They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the rain easing outside, sunlight breaking faintly through the clouds. There was something tender about the moment, the unspoken understanding between twins who had shared every milestone from birth to now, and somehow always found their way back to each other. After a while, Arthur rose and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “Proud of you, you know that?”