Novel & Cerita The Merciless Ones

The silence that follows is heavy with everything we’re not saying, all the ways our family fell apart and can’t quite figure out how to come back together. Then his voice shifts, gets quieter and more serious. “Just be careful, Cass.” “What do you mean?” “People with money like that, they don’t care about people like us. They’ll use you up and spit you out the second you’re not useful anymore. I’ve seen it happen.” “It’s not like that—” “I’m serious. Whatever you think you have with them, whatever relationship you think you’re building, it’s not real. You’re staff. You’re help. And the second they decide you’re not worth keeping around, you’re gone.”

“Come on then, coward. Let’s see your face.” The figure didn’t move. A second figure emerged on the other side of the clearing. A third behind us. Three. Exactly like Cruz predicted. Their masks were identical—silver, smooth, no eye holes, no markings. Just blank metal that reflected our fear back at us. I whispered, “Cruz… what are they?” He didn’t look away from them. “Mercenaries. Paid ghosts. They don’t stop until someone dies.” My stomach clenched. “And who paid them?”

"To have been hunting me for so many years... that isn't a grudge. That’s obviously an obsession. Who exactly am I dealing with?" Kael’s jaw hardened, the sharp line of it illuminated by the dim study light. "They are called the Broken Fang. Bunch of packless wolves.” He sneered, baring his teeth as if he remembered a very dark memory. “They are mercenaries who have long since traded their honor for coin and have been operating for hundreds of years and keep recruiting more wolves who go astray into their evil group. They don’t have a specific enemy, Risa. They only act on orders. As long as an employer meets their price, they will hunt anyone, anywhere till they pay off their debts. They ar

The silver-gray mist pulled back into the fissure like a long, diseased tongue, but the relay feeds were screaming—and all I could feel was the jagged frost-cord of the chain telling me the real war was just starting. The air in the sanctuary didn't warm up when the mist retreated. It stayed heavy, thick with the silver-mercury stink of burnt metal and the acid ash of the Mercy wolves I'd just watched dissolve. I gagged. My nose was clogged with the soot of my own defense, the metallic tang of the First Ones' influence making my tongue feel like it was coated in lead.

I heard the humming of an engine, my eyes flitting to the red car. I forgot about the driver. They were escaping. Before they could move, I took the blade and dagger, taking perfect aim as I threw it to my targets. Air hissed from the tyres, the car now immobile. I heard footsteps running towards me. I stepped back, dusting my hands as I watched my men take over. The short mercenary and the driver were brought to me within minutes, kneeling with their faces bowed. They remained mute, refusing to reveal their employer. It was of no point forcing them to speak. They'd rather commit suicide than talk.

I started pacing the room, more irritated than afraid. Every few seconds I glanced at the security feed, waiting to see whether Nova and Silas would finally leave or try their luck again. “You said she hadn’t been here in years,” I said, anger sharpening my voice. “How did she show up so fast?” I wanted them to feel what they had been putting us through for years, but not like this. I still needed time. The revenge had to be perfect, and the timing had to be right.

He was a whole different personality now- a criminal, the real mafia boss who would go on a manslaughter with a single ounce of guilt in his eyes like he didn't know mercy at all. Ryker grabbed her throat in his vice-like grip and lifted her up from the floor with his single hand. His eyes were ready to murder her then and there only while he thrashed her feet in mid air feeling suffocated. Ryker completely cut her wind supply and her face started to turn pale while her lips turned blue due to a shortage of oxygen. Nancy tried to break free through his hold and her eyes wide in panic.

And from that moment forward, Martinez had pledged himself to them, stepping deeper into the shadows, becoming part of their empire of fear. I exhaled sharply, my fingers tightening into fists as I leaned back on my bed. The deeper I dug, the clearer it became, I was piecing everything like a puzzle. If the Morettis could manipulate the law this easily, then they weren’t just criminals. They were untouchable. They were like Demigods. But then, if they were gods—that would make me a god slayer when I was done with them. The thought sent a chilling resolve through me, one that steadied my breath and hardened my heart.

“Now tell me that you can’t only hurt women!” A high tone voice from him burst out onto Demir’s face. His fist were rolled and any time at this moment Frank wanted to hit his face. Demir could not utter anymore words because he knew Frank Miller and he was not just a business man but a Mafia leader as well.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.