The Book Mercy Novels & Stories

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

For a heartbeat, it looked like there were two of us kneeling before the altar and two shadows behind, larger, looming. Paul’s breathing slowed. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You said mercy isn’t earned. That’s given.” I nodded. “But what if it’s given to the wrong person?” “What do you mean?” He looked up at the crucifix. “What if someone like me doesn’t deserve it at all?” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “None of us deserves it,” I said. “That’s the point.” He smiled weakly a broken, almost mocking smile. “So even you?”

But as we reached the end of the corridor, my gaze lifted—and met another pair of eyes. Mercy. She was standing a few feet away, a stack of books in her arms. Her expression froze when she saw us together. For a split second, her eyes widened in surprise, then immediately darted away. She turned her head, pretending to be focused on the books, but the way her hands trembled gave her away. My heart sank. She saw us. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to call her name. My throat felt dry, my chest tight. What had she seen?

This was restraint. Behind her, the room was dim, lit only by the low hearth fire that cracked softly, more sound than warmth. She had not moved from the window since the villagers left. Her body ached in places she did not remember injuring. The cold from the river still lived in her legs, deep and stubborn. Every breath felt measured, as if her chest no longer trusted itself to expand fully. Mercy had worked. That was the cruelest part. If it had failed outright, the cost would have been simpler. Blood demanded response. Violence justified escalation. But mercy had paused the blade, and in doing so, it had made everything that followed more complicated.

Her eyes softened as she looked around the room. Outside, the convoy remained waiting, a symbol of the world she now commanded. Inside, something vital had been restored—an honest peace. As Mercy stood to leave, she was no longer the girl who had once walked out of that house in pain. She was something greater: a woman who had chosen forgiveness and walked away with everything that truly mattered.

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

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve already handled everything. Don’t worry about Joe. He’s got enough charges to fill a book, and with his sentence, he won’t ever breathe fresh air again.” The sunlight outside was warm and golden. Spring was coming. Under the shade of lush green trees, someone waved at me. “Miss Moore, would you like to go on a walk with me?”

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou