Novel & Cerita Blood Mercy

The black heart convulsed between us, furious that memory could still interrupt possession. The first Luna moved then—not toward the black heart, but through it. Silver fire passed into the split stone like breath returning to a chest after centuries of forced silence. The scream that followed was not hers. It was the mechanical false-heart finally feeling the shape of the life it had replaced. Mercy surged through the bond, not gentle, not soft—furious, enormous, unwilling to be severed again.

The void under our feet thrummed once, a low, resonant pulse that felt like the room itself saying *noted. Selene didn’t hesitate. She slammed her palm against MERCY’s node. Her back arched, a snarl ripping from her lungs as the system tried to reject her intrusion, trying to mark her as corrupted. The smell of ozone and blood spiked sharp in the air. A ring of smaller sub‑functions around MERCY—PUNISH, PROLONG, REPEAT—lit up crimson and lashed toward her like serpents of text. She dug in her heels—into nothing—and cut them as they came, her free hand driving her sword through the writhing lines. They burst in showers of sparks, hissing out one by one.

With all my gratitude, **Mercy V** ---

For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the space between them: anger, fear, desire, desperation. Everything the bond magnified. Then Ronan’s lip curled. He leaned closer, voice harsh enough to cut. “Mercy will bury us.”

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911. When the ambulance came, I told them he was my cousin. It was the only way they let me stay. At the hospital, he passed out. They said he needed blood. Mine matched. I gave it. I sat there all night, dozing in a plastic chair, my head foggy, my arms heavy. When I woke up… he was gone. No name. No thank you. Nothing. I spent my last dollars trying to save a stranger. And I had no idea—

"What a shame, my dear Mr. Fairbank. From this moment on, Silver Key Holdings no longer exists in Faeloria." Laurence collapsed to the ground, utterly broken. As for Mabel, I had originally planned for her to end up begging on the streets, but I hadn't expected Harland to deny her even that chance. By the time the paramedics arrived, Mabel was pronounced dead. Harland was facing a lifetime in prison for murder. With everything settled, I walked up to Sky and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Sky. I know you've been helping me all along. I appreciate everything you've done for me."

"I told you a day like this was going to come, didn't I? Now look at you lying helplessly under my mercy, waiting for me to give you your last words, but trust me, I must have ripped your heart out before you could even say anything. Your daughter must be happily waiting for you now at Hell's Gate. Receive this with everything, I mean every life that you still have in you and to the place where you have eternal life. Maybe you and Chloe could rot in hell together.” I gazed down at him one more time on the floor, he had lifted his left hand up and it was shaking like he wanted to be for mercy. But Mercy was not what I was giving to people like him. With that, I pushed the spear into his heart

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

“A dear friend helped me, a minister who was on his way home to Preston. I wanted to seek your help. He took pity on my plight and let me ride with him.” “Why did you come to this kind of institution instead of to my home?” “The minister insisted this would be the safest place, Mercy.” “But Kat, why would a minister leave you in such a God-forsaken place?” “He says I have melancholy. Dr. McClain agrees.” Tears filled Mercedes’ eyes, but she forced herself to take control of her emotions. Her sister didn’t belong here, and Mercedes would not allow her to stay. She straightened her shoulders. “What do you want me to do? How can I get you out?”