Wolves Of Mercy Falls Novels & Stories

The devil certainly doesn't know what mercy is. Alpha Lachlan could not helped it. She let Maridelle's body touch the cold floor. He had lain her gently. It's only temporary, he silently promised. Enough is enough. He listened to his anger, let it direct his every movement; he is seething as so X. Alpha Lachlan's wolf is about to surface, angry and ready to devour its prey. He will not show mercy. Vamoire don't deserves it.

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

The earth groaned beneath us as jagged fissures opened in the ground. The pack scattered, shouts mixing with panicked growls. I struggled to keep my footing as Elijah dragged himself upright. His eyes met mine, still clouded with fury and something deeper—betrayal. A deafening crack silenced the chaos. The rogue wolf emerged from the shadows, his expression calm but his eyes blazing. “This is the price of hesitation,” he said, his voice carrying over the mayhem. “You think mercy will save you?”

They were assassins. Amira’s heart hammered as she shifted partially, claws tearing through her gloves. One of the masked wolves lunged at her, but Silas met him midair, slamming him into a tree so hard the trunk cracked. Another blade flashed, grazing Amira’s shoulder — burning with wolfsbane. The pain seared through her arm like liquid fire. “Go!” Silas shouted, deflecting another strike with his forearm. “They’re here for you!” She didn’t move. “I’m not leaving you—”

The village of the western pact welcomed them with open paws. Alpha Mera was a wolf of considerable years, her muzzle silver, her eyes a pale green that held both warmth and a sharp, assessing intelligence. She had ruled the settlement for two decades, maintaining the ancient wards that had kept the Blight at bay while the world beyond her valley crumbled. When Lira's column descended through the wildflowers, Mera met them at the village edge with a contingent of her own wolves — not as a threat, but as a greeting. She had already heard Kael's brief report, and her old eyes glistened as she looked upon the hundred wolves who had ended the Grey Blight.

"Where did that come from?" The wolf moves with deadly grace, circling us slowly. The mercenaries release me and reach for their weapons. "Easy, boy," one of them says, pulling out a crossbow. "We don't want any trouble." The wolf's lips pull back, revealing teeth. He growls again, and power radiates from him in waves. This isn't just any wolf. This is an alpha. "Shoot it," Marcus orders. "Kill it before it attacks." The first mercenary fires his crossbow. The bolt flies straight at the wolf's chest, but the massive creature moves like liquid shadow. The arrow whistles past him harmlessly.

The air was cold, and the night was dark. But it doesn’t matter for the young wolf. What is cold to his thick, coarse fur– what is dark for his eyes that sees better in the shadows? This is his first night as a Delta Guard. Finally, a part of the pack and not just a litter pup. He runs through the woods, feeling the tree branches snap as he passes them by. Squirrels and rabbits, foxes and deers, all make way as they sense him near. Is this what freedom feels like? Is this what power is? The wilderness calls and he answers.

Cameron released Mercer just as bullets ripped through the steel beam where his head had been seconds earlier. “DOWN!” someone shouted. I shifted on instinct. Bones cracked violently beneath my skin as my wolf surged forward into chaos. The underground chamber erupted into snarling wolves and flying steel. Mercer moved immediately. Not toward the fight. Toward escape. Hidden doors slid open behind the observation level wall and he sprinted through them without hesitation. Coward. Two conditioned wolves dropped from the upper platforms directly into the chamber below, attacking Cameron before he could follow. Wrong move. Very wrong move. Cameron caught the first by the throat midair and slamm

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind