No Mercy Artinya Novels & Stories

“There will be no mercy.” ------------------------

"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 man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

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."

No bond. Only mercy.

"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.