The Book Mercy Novels & Stories

I wasn't there for only ten seconds I step inside her room, she said goodbye to the world. "Why it still hurts? I should be smiling because I have Austin with me but why this feeling of emptiness still haunting me?", I said to myself while drying my tears from my face with the tissue I have in my hands. I went back to my room. I was like this when I am alone in the mansion. Lucy and Kent brought Austin with them to the Museum. They were invited to attend the auction for Eloisa's painting collections. I decided to wear something beautiful today. Let me guess, what if I will be a doctor so I can save everyone's lives especially those in need.

“That’s how this started. With a kid hiding in a closet watching his parents die.” She walked over to him. Stood close. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said. “Don’t be. It made me what I am.” “That doesn’t mean you had to become this.” “Yes it did.” He looked at her. “Because mercy gets you killed. Kindness makes you weak. I learned that at twelve years old and nothing since has proved me wrong.” “I have.” He frowned. “What?” “I’ve shown you kindness. And I’m still alive.” She held his gaze. “Mercy hasn’t made you weaker. It’s made you more human.”

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

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She would claim the pen, the crown, and the dawn. And, for the first time, rewrite mercy as the strongest magic of all. And far below, beneath mirror and root, prophecy and pain, the world itself waited, breath held, to see if mercy could outlive vengeance, and if, in the end, it would be enough...

Blood spilled fast and warm over my fingers, dripping onto the dirt below. “You know,” I said quietly, almost to myself, “I used to think mercy was strength. That letting people live made me better than the monsters who made me.” He gasped, choking on his own blood. “But mercy breeds weakness,” I whispered. “And weakness destroys everything.” I let go, watching him crumble to the ground, coughing and trembling. Elias stood behind me, silent. He’d seen this before. He didn’t need to say anything. I looked down at my hands, the blood still warm against my skin. It had been a while since I let myself enjoy it—the silence after the screams, the control that came with it.

Stone pedestals stood like ancient sentinels, each holding a piece of armor, an old book, or strange relics that shimmered faintly in the dark. But it was the mural on the far wall that caught her breath. A girl stood in the center, her arms outstretched, flames bursting from her chest like wings. Creatures bowed before her — wolves, ravens, even fae with glowing eyes. At her side stood a boy made of shadows and gold. It was her. And it was Aiden. “What is this?” Evelynn breathed. “It’s prophecy,” Aiden said quietly. “Long ago, the Fae told of a girl born with the Ember Vein — fire in her blood, power in her heart. A girl who would tip the balance between light and shadow.”

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.”

“I mean if you need to Laura can stay the night or we can go there. I want to make sure you're really okay. Finding out how who and why has to be so hard after wondering for so long.” “It was hard but I am grateful that you called my mother to come over. I don’t know how but it helped me so much.” “I’m glad it helped and I have some other news if you’re ready.” I nodded curiously at what it could be. “I think we should sit down for this.” I now noticed he’d been holding a book in his hand. He held my hand leading me to the bed where we sat and he opened up the book. “Brace yourself.” I did exactly as he commanded and until I let out a good sigh I hadn’t realized he’d litterally commanded me

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.