The Merciless Ones Novels & Stories

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

If I was a monster, then sacrificing me for Chloe was an act of justice, not a cold-blooded murder of my soul. "Look at me," Lucian commanded, his voice trembling with a dark, dangerous tension. I didn't blink. I looked straight into the black depths of his eyes, letting him see the total, absolute emptiness left inside me. There was no love there anymore. No fear. Just a vast, frozen wasteland.

Humans. Creatures filled with greed. Creatures filled with hate. Creatures that are minds thrive in filth. Creatures whose ferocity is greater than any God. Those who feel are deemed unworthy. But those who own it are deemed as strong. The filth and hate, the cruelty and greed are such emotions. Such that no greater power can run past them. No demon, no spirit, no angels, no God can tame the human heart. They were never born to lead, they were born for the world's destruction. They were born to fill it with love, to make the world bloom. But oh, what an irony this is. They are the ones pushing life away, but they are the ones that are saying life.

They were all flushing with smiles while I grimaced. “Make us proud, Olga. There is red lingerie in the bathroom, use it.” Mother whispered as she walked out of the room with her battalion of entourage. I was alone, on the bed, waiting to be devoured by the predator himself, the Dark angle of Merciless death. I just wished he could have mercy on me but I guess I was expecting too much from someone who was known to be mercilessly even in death. Unexpectedly, the door flips open. I raised my head and it was Antonio with his usual cold gaze and emotionless countenance. He was covered in blood and his white shirt was now red. I watched with my jaw dropped…

In no time, one by one they collapsed on the ground injured, bleeded terribly. They winched in pain, pleading him to stop but Austin mercilessly beating them. He becomes violent and gives them what they actually deserve. Their deeds are unforgivable and every man who dares to cast a bad eye on a girl should deserve the worst punishment. Currently he is hell mad and furious seeing her state. Only thing which matters to him is her safety. “How dare you touch her. You all have to pay for it.’’ His one punch and jack fly on the air before getting dropped against the ground.

After we get engaged, the six of us plan one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my best friend, Vera Lambert, suggests a game called the "24-Hour Couple Challenge." We each draw a card. Anyone with matching symbols has to spend the next 24 hours acting like a couple. Whoever draws a blank sits out and gets stuck taking photos and carrying everyone else's bags. I'm the unlucky one in the first round. My fiancé, Joshua Renfrow, and Vera both draw the moon. They hold hands as they watch the sunrise, while I trail behind them carrying their bags. The second round goes exactly the same way. I get another blank, while Joshua and Vera draw matching roses. This time, they have t

Panthera raised his head in agreement and looked to one of his men, who instantly reached for his gun, aiming for Snow Fenner’s head. Leopard Mercenary Corps was the largest mercenary group globally and is also the most formidable in the area. When it came time to split the money, they would definitely receive a larger share. “No.” Finally, Lily Zimmerman, who had recovered from her fear, rushed over in a panic. She stared at the people present, her gaze pleading as she spluttered, “What are you doing? Have you mistaken her for someone else? “She’s just an actress who’s reserved and has never offended anyone. Why do you want to kill her?”

Would he still be a healthy, whole man? As he struggled against Serena, she accidentally touched his injured leg. Kevin cried out in pain and shoved her hard to the ground. Still furious, he grabbed her by the chin with a merciless grip. "I told you to leave again and again. Do you not understand human language?" he said hatefully. The other people in the bar didn't dare come close when they saw his ferocious expression. The next moment, his head cleared a little. He loosened his grip and staggered away.

“The Broken Ones.” “What are they?” Elara asked, though dread already told her the answer would be terrible. “Wolves who surrendered completely to old magic,” Maren said, her voice shaking. “Who let it consume them until nothing mortal remained. They should not exist anymore. They were all destroyed centuries ago.” “Apparently not,” Rowan said grimly. The Broken Ones did not slow. They did not assess. They simply attacked. Everything. The crimson-robed forces scattered, their formation breaking as the corrupted wolves tore through their ranks with mindless savagery. Screams filled the air. Blood sprayed across stone and earth.

But his voice cut through the dark like a blade. "I don't remember ordering a delivery." His voice was a deep, resonant baritone, carrying a weight of authority that made Alessia's knees tremble. This was not a man you simply stumbled upon. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking as another wave of drugged heat surged through her — making her skin itch with a desperate, shameful need for contact. "Hide me. Just for a moment." The man turned slowly. As the city light struck his face, Alessia's breath hitched. He was devastatingly handsome — sharp, angular features, a jawline carved from granite, and eyes like frozen obsidian. Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none