Novel Mercy Novels & Stories

A corner of Dominika's lips twitches ever so slightly as she calls out after me, "Wielding authority may seem easy at first, koshka, but using it is hard—especially when you realize there are consequences for every action you take." The Kuzma Fedorov painting, stacks of art books, and plush high-end furniture clash in a conflicting environment—one with tension and luxury intertwined as I enter my old room. Dressed in my jeans, Mercy sits in a chair by the window, her face set inan expression of anger and hurt. Her hostile glare overpowers the room's lavish wealth. "Mercy," I speak cautiously. "You didn't eat anything?" She waves her hand impatiently as if to swat away my annoying concern. "S

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

"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.

Sigrid gestured for silence when Dan moved slightly, wanting to finish the errand now that the danger was passed, however, she wanted to hear the discussion between father and daughter whilst they were unaware that there were others around and see what secrets they revealed. “I do not need to be imprisoned,” Mercy snarled back. “I have been free all this time, and I have proven that I can contain and direct my hunger to appropriate food sources, and dispose of the remnants, have I not? I have been perfectly behaved. I have helped our allies and mother. I have shown that I control my hunger, not it me. I will not go back into prison, father! I refuse. I am an adult, and as an adult, I am free

No mercy. This time, Enise would be hers

“When he rejected me, I held on. I refused. I still feel–feel just a glimmer of what was there. How do I move forward? I can’t accept this! I can’t accept that he’s going to die, and I did nothing.” Her words settle in my chest. The memory of storming back to Endova when I got the news that Ryan was dying rushes back, clouding my senses. I know how she feels because I felt that same fury. That same hurt and desperation. Mercy walks through the door without knocking, Freya close behind. I silently nod for them to come in, having called them through the mind-link for backup a few minutes ago. But Mercy’s face is pale and wan as she allows Freya to skirt past her, carrying an armful of precious

He gestured to the warehouse, indicating the people that slept within. “My wife and daughter were both severely altered by what was done to them. Verina has never blamed me,” he swallowed thickly, shaking his head sorrowfully. "Mercy though... Mercy blames me, and justly. What sort of life does she have locked up with her parents, unable to seek her own way, to experience the world, to have friends, a mate… But I cannot free her,” a muscle twitched in the corner of his jaw as his eyes lifted to the second story windows and, following his gaze, Aislen saw that Mercy looked down at them, her head tilted and her expression chilling in its predatory nature. “Because I fear what she will do.”

Having a woman like herself gang raped was mean enough but having it recorded is pure inhumanity. Jeniva Manor is a devil. What is she waiting for then, she needs to begin her revenge, for her parents and for Isabella Manor. It has to begin immediately. “I will help you get revenge, this is my promise to you…” Lan blurted.

his lips quivered. "P-Please…” His voice cracked. “Have mercy. Mercy… please…” Ruby didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Mercy? Where was mercy when her father was dying? Where was mercy when she was kneeling before Selena like a slave because he had paid money to buy her like a commodity? Where was mercy when they took everything from her? She stepped forward, lifting the burning wood. But before she could bring it to him, a hand grabbed hers. She turned, startled.

Tied to its leg was a note. Damien untied it and handed it to me. A note written in Russian. «Милосердие , это клинок. Тот, кто его не проявляет, найдёт богов глухими к молитвам , пока истекает кровью.» The words carved themselves into my brain, colder than the barrel of a gun. “Mercy is a blade. He who shows none will find the gods deaf when he prays, as he bleeds.”