Novel & Cerita Blood Mercy

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

he said. “Mercy is only noble when it does not make you foolish.” I looked at him, then at the frightened packs gathered beyond the circle, where Blackfang and Northridge stood side by side in shared horror. “No,” I answered. “Mercy is dangerous because men like you never know where to stand when someone refuses to become your knife.” I pressed my palm against the bloodline thread and let my own blood answer. Pain tore through me. The old mate mark burned. The pendant from my mother’s box blazed beneath Tala’s hands.

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

Those promises he made were fresh and vivid in her mind, but she had an unsettling feeling that there was something off with Kevin. Isaac lay at the bedside and sobbed so hard that his small frame was shaking. "Dad, I want Mom. Is she angry and doesn't want us anymore?" Kevin hugged him tightly, feeling heartbroken. At that moment, Serena felt like a complete outsider. Suddenly, Kevin seemed to remember something. He jumped out of bed and went to the study. All the important documents inside were gone. As he stood there in a daze, a medical report slipped out. He clutched it tightly and scanned its contents. Henley's name was written on it, and he caught sight of one glaring word. The word "

Her brother stood still, torn between anger and guilt, while Mercy lay weak and pale, her eyes slowly closing from exhaustion. Outside, footsteps echoed faintly down the corridor. Somewhere in the distance, a phone began to ring sharp, persistent, and urgent. But Mercy didn’t hear it. Her hand slipped weakly from her brother’s, and she whispered one last please “Please… take it easy…”

Her feet kicked as she clawed at his hand. Cherry screamed, begging him to let her go, trembling like a leaf. I snapped out of my shock. “Bruce! Please! Let her go!” And just like that—he did. Mira collapsed to the ground, coughing, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Cherry rushed to help her, and the two of them scurried away like rats. I stood frozen, still catching my breath, trying to understand what just happened. I turned to Bruce. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“And in my world, mercy is betrayal. Shoot him. Now.” Her hands shook violently, the muzzle wavering between the floor and the sobbing wreck of De Cruz. Her face was white as bone, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. “I save lives…” she repeated, tears spilling hot down her cheeks. “Not take them. I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” My voice dropped to a whisper, dangerous and intimate, dragging her into my darkness. “And you will. Or he’ll keep breathing because of you. His betrayal stains my circle, my table, my name. Clean it. Prove you’re not my enemy.”

“You are right.” And in the middle was cut a symbol I had not witnessed in ages, a boy one of the most ancient symbols in the world, that being two serpents biting each other in a circle. The symbol of Mercy’s Edge. “That’s impossible,” I murmured. Killian’s voice was hollow. “Not if someone’s reawakened it.” Mercy’s Edge was the name of a relic. A forbidden one. A mirror born in blood and anchored in grief. An object that could reflect the final memory—or state—of someone bonded to you.