The Book Mercy Novels & Stories

Opening the cover I read... You've been lacking strength and control in your past life. Now you are presented with a choice, be daring enough to enter a world where your, entire existence will be questioned or choose to remain in your world and carry on living in a constant cycle of regret. The choice is yours so choose wisely. If you choose to enter our world you will be given a better version of yourself and will be given various opportunities throughout the book to learn from past mistakes and learn how to become stronger, braver, and bolder than you've ever been. Have no fear, for you will not enter this world without gifts, but bear in mind magic comes at a price and if you are found la

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

Ara and I started walking again, laughing silently at how Manang Zabeth grumbled as she walked away. At that moment, we had forgotten our own worries. We were instead talking about how painful it would be for Maezy when she would start paying for her debts. "Vengeance is not ours but the Lord's. That's why I wouldn't give them the joy of seeing me hurting." I didn't expect Ara would be as strong as this. All these times, I was worried about how to break it to her gently. I was afraid that the pain of knowing the truth would affect her pregnancy. But I realized I was wrong.

“Wayne, I was wrong! I’ll never lie to you again. I can’t lose my legs! “I’m sorry! I’ll apologize to you and to Jocelyn. Fine, I’ll give the house back to her. Please, let me go! I’ll leave the country immediately and behave myself. I won’t embarrass myself in front of you again! “Wayne, please let me go. I…” The truck drew closer and closer. Her pleas were swallowed by the deafening roar as black tires crushed down on her legs. All that remained were screams that tore through the sky. “Ahh! My legs! My legs!”

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

"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."

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

Mercy turned and glared at Lily. Mercy was by far the youngest member of this group, but an essential member of it, nonetheless. A perky blonde that looked like she belonged on a cheerleading team, she was upbeat and bubbly. She was also wonderfully manipulative, could get someone to betray his own family, and all with an empathetic smile on her young face.

“Enough running. Enough begging. Enough mercy.” Mercy. Thαt word didn’t exist in me αnymore. These people hαd tαken everything from me. They killed my pαrents. They destroyed my life. They mαde me αn orphαn αnd left me broken. They mαde me lose my unborn child. And now‚ they wαnted to tαke my life too. No. Not this time. Mercy wαsn’t α fucking option.

She was one of the psychiatrists, Mercy worked there too, Mercy is very stubborn and so hellbent to haunt Hindely's ancestors. Mercy grinned, clutching the stolen book. “When it comes to solving mysteries, count me in.” She flipped it open and frowned. “What language is this?” Adele peered at the pages from her shoulder. “Looks like a spell book,” she murmured. Mercy flinched at the sudden breath on her neck “Get lost” She pushed her head away and laughed. “ You better ask Doctor Sam, at least he’s familiar with languages. He must be with Grace, your friend in the second lab.”