Lords Of Mercy Novels & Stories

"Do it, Liora.” “I will guard this door. Not one of Eleanor's dogs will touch you." Suddenly, from the direction of the supposedly locked corridor, a group of mercenaries in black tactical gear appeared. They were led by a tall man with silver hair the man whose face was seen in her mother's video. It was Victor Laurentius, better known as Lord Valerius. "Stop, Mavric," Valerius spoke in a calm and authoritative tone. "I do not wish to kill you.” You are the son of my old friend, Arthur.

“You already lost before, Noah. You were finished the moment you turned your back on the kingdom, Noah. Surrender now, and maybe we’ll show you mercy.” Noah’s laugh is bitter and cold. “Mercy? From you? I’d rather die than take orders from you two.” My fingers tighten around the hilt of my dagger, a surge of anger sparking in me. “We’ve given you every chance, Noah. This is your last one.” But Noah only raises his hands mockingly, a smug smile on his face. “Oh, I’m shaking, Lorenzo. Truly.” The air shifts suddenly as Noah’s wolves start to advance, growling lowly as they step forward. Our warriors respond instantly, their eyes blazing with loyalty and fury. I glance at Nyx, giving her a slig

Brook-ta-man paused for a second. - Which of the dark clans called these geeks? - hissed the old man, curiously stretching his head forward. The corner of Brook-ta-man's mouth twitched into a slight smirk. - The situation is somewhat more complicated, the clans of the night have nothing to do with it, the mercenaries were created by the Brotherhood of Lycians. – the elders exchanged glances, a surprised murmur swept through the spacious hall. “We have no reason not to believe you. Brook-ta-man you are a devoted servant, but are you absolutely sure that human sorcerers are involved in the attacks?” - the elders closely followed the vampire.

The golden-armored City Governor's face was terribly darkened. It was a very powerful Land of Divine Grace mercenary army that was attacking the city. There were nearly 10,000 people in total with five Saint level warships, and some of them were horrible masters. At the beginning of the battle, a Peak-stage Saint level elder from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect, who was stationed in Guo City, launched his attack. He wanted to defeat the mercenaries as soon as possible, but unfortunately, he was killed in less than 30 minutes.

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

"That's a lie!" Oren ignored him and turned the page. "The Stoneclaw Lord conspires with human merchants to smuggle forbidden drugs..." "The Ironfang Lord's eldest son is in fact the son of his younger brother..." "Enough!" several lords roared at once. Oren snapped the book shut, his eyes glinting with mockery. "My Lord, I believe the word you used was...'rabble'?" The square fell deathly silent. This was no mere band of mercenaries. This was a vast, shadowy power with a terrifying intelligence network.

“Promise?….mercy?….you are the soldiers of the useless baron that preyed on his own people!…you lot raped, kill, maimed and do as you pleased to these people that are your very countrymen!….and before repercussion you all beg for mercy?…NEVER!!!….not from me!!…Now!…come at me and seek your freedom!…stop wasting your time begging!!…pick up your swords and armor!…fight against someone that can fight you!….COME!!…” All the knight squads were still standing on their initial spot unmoving, it was like it was an execution ground, and they were staying true to their duty. The enemies were all already broken, both their spirit and body, it was a judgement time for them all, and they can do nothing a

I covered the distance to Lars’s lines in seconds, crashing into them with the force of a battering ram. My pack fought like gods. Each warrior worth ten of Lars’s fighters. Fenris’s mercenaries, also blessed by Aurora’s power, tore through the enemy. Lars’s formation shattered. His fighters broke, running. But there was nowhere to run. We were everywhere, hunting, killing, showing no mercy.

Lyra roared at the terrified villagers, her voice a sharp, commanding bark that cut through the din of battle. She met the mercenary’s charge with a sidestep and a twist, her blade a blur of motion as it sliced across his belly, a deep, disabling wound that sent him to his knees, clutching at his intestines, his face a mask of agonized disbelief. Valen and his men were a wall of steel, their movements a perfect, synchronized symphony of violence. They were professional soldiers, and this was their element. They fought with a cold, ruthless efficiency that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a testament to the power of the Varek crown.

“Your silence won’t buy you mercy.” He took another step closer, and the leader flinched. The faint light revealed only a glint of cruel amusement in the man’s eyes. “Your king knows,” he said softly, almost whispering now. “And you will deal with him.” The mercenary leader froze, his whole body trembling. He knew what that meant. The rogue king was not a man—he was a nightmare, a legend whispered around dying campfires. A creature without heart or mercy.