No Mercy Artinya Novels & Stories

No mercy. Only fire.

"This isn't a joke! Do you understand what that means? No sanctuary. No trial for mercy—" Nyma closed the distance between them in one step—close enough that Raina could see the truth etched in the storm-lit silver of her eyes. "You mistake me," Nyma murmured, as the darkness coiled around her like a living thing. "This isn't about mercy anymore. Mercy—" Nyma flexed her hands. Raina gagged at the wet crack of breaking bone. "—died when they sentenced a child for saying 'no'."

The Witch isn’t the only person to get what the mark of the Sani means, but she sure as pyre is the only one to guess how I got it in the first place. “For someone who claims they don’t know how to love, you sure as fuck got the whole unconditional bit down pat. Fuck what you heard and fuck what you think. As someone who prayed for that particular kindness more than once in the camps, shit Shin or not, I said it before, and I’ll say it again. A mercy killing is, by definition, a mercy,” she hisses.

Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual. Trauma stays like a skin that you have to wear to move on and tolerate until the end without them there's no story of who you are says the glimmering stars. I walk to the hub to summon a cab to WPD if Marina is still alright under the influence of pressure. The city gave beauty lights of euphoria and melancholy at the same time within its neon gleams. The road is blank because the curfew hired the silence all over the streets of Winter city for their good.

Was it because my existence was never expected, that I was never chosen, that was why no one loved me? Mom was like that, so was Gary. Mom hugged me in her arms, gently patting my back. She said with a catch in her throat, "Anthea, I was wrong in the past. I was so obsessed with the past, and you have suffered for it. I could hate anyone, but I should never have hated you. You have always been the most innocent one."

"This can't be happening… How did we even get here?" I hadn't been able to eat anything for days and was surviving on IV drips alone. When the craving for honey-glazed chicken wings suddenly hit me, I thought I could finally eat something. But I was so wrong. A hollow, crushing despair flooded my chest. It struck me that it was true—one could really sense it when death was near. I could feel it now. It hurt so much to just wait for death and do nothing. Maisie cried until her voice went hoarse.

Another person who’ll look at me with pity or fear or some combination of both. Another person who’ll try to help me for a few days, maybe a week if she’s particularly stubborn, before she realizes I don’t want help. I don’t want anything except to go back to before, and since that’s impossible, I don’t want anything at all. I turn away from the window and wheel back to the ruined canvas. Stare at the mess I made, the angry black marks covering it that don’t mean anything. “She’ll leave too,” I say out loud to the empty room.

DANTE. I glared at the three good-for-nothing wolves kneeling before me. I looked at all the people gathered in the hall to witness their punishment for their betrayal of the pack. “What did you say?” I asked with my voice loud and clear, and that brought shivers to their spine. “Alpha, we are sorry. Please have mercy on us.” The first one pleaded and I scoffed. Mercy. That word isn’t in my vocabulary or dictionary, I don’t and will not show mercy. Showing mercy only means that you are weak and not in control, you do everything with strategy and strength, not mercy.

I shook my head wildly, tears streaming down my face, my voice raspy. "That's enough!" Trevor interrupted, his voice sharp with irritation. He turned to the officers, his tone unnervingly steady. "My wife's been really struggling since we lost our son." He paused for a beat before adding, "As a family member of the deceased, can I write a forgiveness letter?" His words sent a chill down my spine. "What?" I stared at him, eyes wide like I'd just been hit with a jolt. My mind went blank. The officers seemed just as shocked.

Still struggling to process her words, Kevin stood there in a daze. Isaac burst into tears again after hearing what Olivia said over the phone. He finally realized that Henley must have been thoroughly disappointed in him. He ran to Henley's photograph and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, please forgive me. I'll listen to you from now on. I'll study hard. I only want you as my mom." Serena felt an uncontrollable surge of irritation when she saw the two of them acting all heartbroken. She tried to comfort Isaac but was shoved away violently. Her left hand slammed into the corner of the table and started bleeding instantly.