Ruthlessness Is Mercy Upon Ourselves Novels & Stories

Mercy… beaten out of me. I became ruthless. In the palace. On the battlefield. They called me the Ruthless One-Eye Alpha. And they respected me. Afraid of what I might do, even to innocent children. Fear ruled Wolves-Heaven. Mercy was a joke. Respect… respect was earned through blood. Through hands steady enough to crush kindness before it became a weakness. And yet… here I am. Protecting someone who never understood how much I was shielding her from. A dry, bitter laugh slipped from my throat.

Rawls inquired. Pascal's eyes narrowed, and he balled his fists until they cracked. "I'm only ruthless to those who don't deserve mercy," he replied. Rawls let out a cold laugh and sneered, "Mercy? What nonsense! Did I deserve mercy when you killed me without a second thought?" In response, Pascal shook his head and replied sternly, "Rawls, you didn't deserve mercy. You were manipulating people's mental health. Can you honestly say you deserve mercy for such a heinous crime?"

And still I held back, shaking, my teeth hovering at her throat, knowing that one heartbeat more would damn us both. Somewhere, in a softer part of the world, a siren complained about a different man’s mistake. The sound dragged a thread through my hearing that caught on a nail of memory: the boy in the alley the night before, the way his breath had paused when mine continued, the way my mouth had refused to stop until my will had arrived late. I have learned too many sermons to pretend I don’t know the text of this one. Mercy is not nice. Mercy is breaking yourself where it matters to save someone else’s music.

The touch sent warmth spreading through my entire being. "Most importantly, you have something I lost long ago when I split my nature apart. You have the capacity for forgiveness. For mercy toward even those who have wronged you." "I don't feel very merciful toward Blake right now," I said honestly. "And yet, given the chance, would you choose to become like him? Would you embrace cruelty and domination to defeat him?" I thought about it seriously. The temptation was there - to let Blake's evil justify becoming something monstrous myself. But even imagining it made me feel sick.

“I do have something to say.” The judge leaned forward. “Proceed.” Evelyn turned, not to the judge, not to Margot, but to the jury. Her eyes were burning and almost predatory. “You sit there in your little box, pretending to hold the scales of justice,” she said, each word clipped and precise. “But you don’t understand power. You don’t understand what it takes to win in this world. You think morality builds empires? You think kindness feeds millions? No. Weakness destroys. Weakness is what left Peter Grey in the gutter. Weakness is what made Richard my puppet. Weakness is what ruins men. And I—” her chin lifted—“I was never weak.”

“Don’t make my mistake, Sophia. Don’t let pride or principle stop you from doing what’s necessary.” “What do you mean?” “Sometimes the right choice looks like the wrong one. Sometimes mercy looks like weakness, and strength looks like cruelty. If you have to become something you hate tomorrow to stop something worse, do it. Survive. Stop her. Then figure out how to live with what you’ve done.” He faded before I could respond. I stayed alone on the wall, fingers closed tight around the crystal. Its faint warmth pressed against my skin. One chance. One desperate gamble. That was all we had.

He now regretted his actions. "How come I turned into a bloodthirsty monster?" He murmured dejectedly, running his fingers through his hair. He reasoned that his reckless behavior was driven by wrath. If he had rested well, he wouldn't have been so mad. "Oh, moon goddess, please grant me serenity," he prayed.

“Because the moment we start forcing people to die for the greater good, we become the monsters we are fighting. We become the Council. The Void. The darkness.” “You naive child. You think morality matters when facing extinction? You think the Void cares about right and wrong?” She laughed. Bitter. Broken. “I raised you better than this.” “No. You abandoned me. Let Father raise me with fists and cruelty and lessons about strength through suffering.” I stepped between her and the captives. “But I learned something he never intended. That true strength is not breaking others. It is choosing mercy when vengeance is easier. Choosing compassion when cruelty is justified. Choosing to die free rath

Maybe it’s because of the sullenness I feel. I don’t even understand myself. I don’t like him but I always act like I like him. I’m always searching the internet for sweet things to do with him. Sometimes it makes me think. Do I really loathe him? Or it’s just my pride that exists so I can’t accept in myself that there is a possibility that I love him too.

“Okay, Lady Mercy. Thank you very much for the input you have shared with me. More than that, I feel that in general we are very happy about all this, because I feel that this is something good and has really made me aware. Now I will try my best to become the best person ever and I will continue to fight tooth and nail for everything." “Very well, Rose Mary. Because after all this is for the survival of our entity, after all we have to fight for the prosperity of all that exists. And I believe that you are a very intelligent woman and have a very good opinion. It would be a shame if you made an unreasonable mistake, especially if the mistake was something that no one could ever imagine. Ros