Angel Of Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

he whispered, and this time I heard him clearly. Baby? Is that what angels call people now? Wait…no. This isn’t right. I…I died. I felt the fall. I heard my bones break. I tasted blood. I made a wish for vengeance. So… how am I here? Can anyone survive that fall? Or… Did something hear me? Some entity? Some force that feeds on pain and revenge? If that was the price… if I was reborn for vengeance…then I would pay it. Gladly.

## Chapter 18 ### Vaelora Vaelora's POV I didn’t look back at Zane. I didn’t care if he followed me or if he vanished back into the shadows like the ghost he was. Blinded by anger, I bolted out the hanging, splintered front door and lunged down the wooden staircase, my boots slamming against the steps in a frantic, desperate rhythm. There was one person left in this building. One person who claimed to see things nobody else could.

Could this be Ethan’s? But the Ethan Vale I knew was a titan of ice and stone. Could he really be the author of these scorching, devoted words? And if he was, who was the woman he was referring to? I wondered why a man who wrote with such worshipful love ended up being the person I needed to run away from? Or was this entire book a lie, a beautiful, hollow fantasy written by a predator to justify his cage? I was still staring at a paragraph when a sharp, heavy knock echoed through the room.

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

A tall she-wolf stepped forward to pull the shorter she-wolf into a hug. “You are safe,” the she-wolf reassured. Angel held Antonio Rufus’ gaze, feeling quite like the devil. He was thrilled, he got to live to see that very look on the fucker’s face. It was almost as if he could not believe he was part of this. ‘Indeed trust could be a legal weapon, and he, of all people, should know,’ he thought as he let go of Mathew’s body, shoving it aside like the human garbage he was. It fell heavily on the floor, making a gentle thud. Angel regressed, wiping blood off his hands with his cargo pants. The front of his shirt was all bloodied now.

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

["True, but in special cases, you're allowed to kill them. This is one of those special occasions." "Why is this a special occasion?" ["The Male protagonist gained a conscious."] "What do you mean he gained a conscious, didn't he always have one?" ["Not that kind, no, this one is against the world's control, he broke free of his fate and broke the link that allowed the world to not only influence him but also control him, it's like a book character coming to life and refusing to follow the path that was laid down for them."] " I see, but why is this so dangerous that the world itself wants me to kill him?"

"I kept my abilities hidden because I was afraid of how people would react. I didn't want to burden you all with the truth, but I understand now that it was a mistake." "Do you even understand the meaning of the word truth? Why did you kill Camila's mother and Ash's father? Why did you choose to be a wicked witch's mother? Here I was, all my life, telling her that my mother is an angel; she can't even harm a butterfly." She laughed painfully and then continued,But in reality, you are the opposite of an angel. You harm even humans, mom; I am so dissatisfied with you!"

Each curve, each bend in the road, transforms into a metaphor for the twists and turns of my life, the choices that has led me to this moment of seething anger and betrayal. The wind whips through the open windows, tousling my hair and carrying the scent of olive groves and vineyards. The beauty of the atmosphere stokes the flames of my rage instead of its usual calming effect. How could she do this to me? How could she betray me in such a callous and calculated manner?