Wolves Of Mercy Falls Novels & Stories

"The texts describe Lunara wolves as waiting. Not broken, not delayed—waiting, for a moment of extreme enough need that the wolf understood exactly when she was required. As if she knew the ordinary timeline wasn't the one that mattered." "The fire," I said quietly. "Yes." I thought of the wolf curled in that endless grey dark inside the Merisa vision, wounded and small, waiting twenty-one years for a body she hadn't been given until the night everyone I trusted tried to end my life at once. She hadn't been late. She'd been waiting for exactly that.

“I told you. I’m a homophobe. It’s not something that changes easily. It’s fine if you’re alone, but I don’t want to see a gay couple. I’d appreciate it if you were more careful in the future.” Eric’s expression twisted strangely. It looked sad, yet somehow pleased. That eerie expression made me instinctively wary, and I tilted my head. I felt like I should run. *** A day passed quickly in the pitch-black room where not a single ray of light entered. I sensed it was about time for the man to return. I pulled the blanket over me and hid inside. The blanket smelled terrible. No, the entire room reeked. The sour stench of my urine, which I had sprayed around the empty space while he was gone, n

Adolphus asked, watching my face with golden-eyed pleasure. “The queen can save the pack that condemned her, but every step toward mercy opens another chamber of blood.” I looked at the kneeling Blackfang wolves, and shame finally moved through them like sunrise touching rot. Some dropped their heads. Some reached toward mothers. Some looked at Lobo like they were seeing the wolf they had chosen for the first time. Too late. But too late was still better than never when children waited beneath an altar. Bardolph turned toward me, his face filled with horror, guilt, and the desperate need to repair one thing before death took more.

"The wind... it stopped carrying the scent of the pines." ​"An ambush!" Kaelor roared, his sword clearing its scabbard with a sharp ringing metallic sound. ​From the high, snow covered ridges above the black ice wall, two dozen massive, scarred mercenary wolves dropped down like falling boulders. They didn't wear the uniform of any specific pack... their bodies were covered in jagged scars, their eyes crazed with the distinct bloodshot hue of berserker-root. ​"Kill the travelers first! Force the Alphas to divide their strength!"

Its voice echoed across the valley. “Today,” it bowed its head. “I judge this one worthy.” A brilliant crimson light rose from Veritas’ body. Instead of burning, it felt warm. Gentle. Like the first sunrise after a long winter. The light spread across the battlefield. Every wounded warrior felt their pain lessen. Broken bones healed. Deep cuts closed. The exhausted wolves slowly stood once more. The First Wolf looked down at her restored hands. She smiled. “It has forgiven itself.” The First Alpha laughed quietly. “And in doing so, It remembered mercy.”

“Please—!” Mercy. Rage flashes through me instantly. Did Ravelle receive mercy? Did I? No. With one brutal movement, my claws tear straight through his chest. Warm blood explodes everywhere. The man gasps once, then I rip his heart out completely. His body collapses lifelessly to the floor, and silence follows, heavy and satisfying. I stare down at the blood coating my claws before a deep rumble vibrates through my chest. Not anger. Relief. “I missed you too, buddy,” I murmur inwardly to my wolf.

And the wolves start moving closer. Their eyes covered in lust. While mine pleaded them for humanity. For conscience. But it was dead. They were monsters. I see Elora looking at me from the door. My eyes pleading her for mercy. To only have her smirk. Winking at me. Her thudding footsteps are the last thing I hear as the wolves reach close enough to sniff me. And I just close my eyes, feeling their disgusting breath on my thighs. Wishing , for death to be better than this.

When the door closed, Camerin muttered, “You really mean to give them a chance.” I exhaled slowly, rubbing my jaw. “They were pups thrown into a war they didn’t start. If I cut them down now, I’m no better than Jaxson.” But deep down, my wolf growled the reminder I couldn’t ignore: Mercy has its cost. And I’ll be the one who pays it if they prove false. (Kathryn’s POV) The clang of steel rang through the air, mixed with the thud of bodies hitting dirt. I leaned against the fence that bordered the training grounds, arms folded across my chest, watching the newest additions to Lunar Lake’s ranks. The pups.

Just as he lunged to bite the hand that was holding the knife, Mercy sent another disabling pulse at Leeta so that she couldn’t move, and his teeth sank down into her hand. Leeta screamed in pain. August didn’t bite down too hard, but let go as soon as the knife was loose. The other wolves on the battlefield were beginning to awaken now. August was more awake than the others, thanks to the jarring sensation of being held at knife point, but as Rider’s wolves saw the situation, they stood, eyes wide, wondering what to do. “Surrender!” Mercy shouted. “Surrender, or I kill him!” One by one, the wolves dropped to their knees, surrendering to Mercy and her overwhelming power so that Rider wouldn’

Then his eyes grew wide. “Jesus man. Calm down. It’s consensual. No big deal.” The man looked to Mercy. Her dress was torn and her hair was a tangled mess. One look at her face and it was clear that this was ANYTHING but consensual. “Get out here,” the man seethed. And then Mercy saw it. His eyes flashed yellow. He’s a wolf, she said to herself. She shook her head at him, warning him not to lose his cool and shift. He was breathing heavy, trying to contain the anger he felt rising inside him.