Novel Mercy Novels & Stories

A dog slips free of its leash and darts toward the street, only to pause at the curb, distracted by a scent, missing the wheels by inches. Small mercies. Not miracles. Just softness. As if the world has decided it is allowed to be kind when she is near. That is not how fate works. That is not how the system works. Mercy is not a default state. Mercy is an anomaly. And Nora carries it without force, without prophecy, without demanding a rewrite. She simply stays, and the world behaves differently around her. The weave still does not react. Fate is not here. That is the other wrongness.

He staggered back, sat in his old chair, and stared at the walls he once filled with symbols of power. And for the first time in his empire’s history, he felt obsolete. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Mercy is not surrender. Mercy is the weapon most feared by those who’ve only known war.” “If they learn to hold hands instead of blades, they won’t become kings or gods.” “They’ll become something older. Something better.” —Aria

“I told you. I’m a homophobe. It’s not something that changes easily. It’s fine if you’re alone, but I don’t want to see a gay couple. I’d appreciate it if you were more careful in the future.” Eric’s expression twisted strangely. It looked sad, yet somehow pleased. That eerie expression made me instinctively wary, and I tilted my head. I felt like I should run. *** A day passed quickly in the pitch-black room where not a single ray of light entered. I sensed it was about time for the man to return. I pulled the blanket over me and hid inside. The blanket smelled terrible. No, the entire room reeked. The sour stench of my urine, which I had sprayed around the empty space while he was gone, n

she said and without waiting for a permit she walked out of the room with her trolley. She rubbed her eyes on her way out, "What a way to start my day" she said, shaking her head. Thank God the maid from earlier hasn't recognised her as Avyanna the Goddess or else she would've been the first one to taint her out there, she told herself. In a short while everything made sense to her, John Lewis, that man was the one who did this to her. She desperately inspected herself and she was relieved to see that she wasn't raped.

Similar to the individual pausing for the other person to finish up using the bathroom. The breeze is silent after the conflict. The beast moaned as it needs rest. I felt empathy for the beast that they manipulate her life within the barricade instead of enduring out beyond - they should feel ashamed. Both of us suddenly heard the screech of the gate gradually opening vertically like earlier. The tension came once more. I heard a soft to rough growl through the darkness after the gate unlocks. From the waiting - the waiting thrilled me to see whom we will fight beyond the gated cell. The waiting is over as the other beast reveals as the light pours down. It's she as well - Merinda said throu

My focus was on the burning house. Time slowed, each second an eternity. Flames danced, consuming everything. My heart, my world, my child... A faint cry echoed in my mind. I screamed out aloud, "Misty!" Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke-filled doorway. Alexander, carrying Misty. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the fire fighter, sobbing uncontrollably. Alexander handed Misty to the waiting paramedics, who quickly tended to her. She coughed, her tiny body shaking, but alive.

“We misled Mercy into the belief that the supernatural were not edible, and they taste differently enough to be off putting, which is why those that are stray do target humans and not supernatural, however, meat is meat, ultimately.” “I am afraid that the early days of this condition and his own guilt have somewhat… disturbed Leighton’s thinking,” she picked up the second cup and took a sip. “He has never recovered from that first time… And I cannot blame him for that. It has taken me a very long time to come to terms with it myself. However, this flood has exposed many of the flaws in our lives, not the least that Mercy is very, very unhappy. As is understandable. She is a young woman who h

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

With a powerful thrust she launched herself into the abyss streaking toward the Blackwood valley like a falling star. As she flew through the clouds, the scale of the disaster became clear. The entire valley was blanketed in a silver mist that glowed with a predatory light. She could see the fires of the Blackwood villages but they were not the orange of hearth-fires, they were the cold blue flames of lunar combustion. She landed in the center of the Blackwood square, the spot where her contract had supposedly ended.. The square was a scene of death and destruction. The Silents were everywhere herding the terrified pack members toward the iron gates.

"Justice isn't a cage! Justice is the fact that we're still standing despite everything you did to us! My mother didn't die so I could be a prisoner! She died so I could be the Ending!" I flooded the Spire’s protocol with the sensation of Mercy. Not the mercy of a god, but the messy, difficult mercy of a human being who knows they aren't perfect. I showed the Echo the feeling of the 136th chapter—the joy of the twins’ laughter, the warmth of the sun on a scarred shoulder, the taste of bread shared in the mud. I showed it that a world that remembers its pain but chooses joy is more powerful than a world that is "Clean."