Angel Of Vengeance Book の小説・ストーリー

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

Ravenna’s POV Revenge also had its own cost. Since I stepped my foot into Bloodmoon for vengeance, my peace had been shattered. Jeez! My heart pounded as I stood at the door. The knock still rang in my ears. Tara, a young Omega, had whispered that Luna Selena needed me now. I grabbed my cloak, the silver-tipped dagger heavy in my pocket. The lodging was silent. I followed Tara through dim halls to Selena’s chambers.

“You think you can stop me? You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” She raised her hands, chanting an ancient incantation. The air crackled with energy, and a dark cloud began to form above her head. “I will not be defeated,” she screamed, her voice filled with fury. “I will have the Gemini Heart, even if it means destroying you all!” Before she could complete her spell, Veronica’s security team opened fire, unleashing a hail of bullets that ripped through the air. Madam Serena screamed, collapsing to the ground, her body riddled with bullets.

My fingers trembled as I hovered over the collapsed comments section, hesitating to open it, my heart heavy with anguish. "Don’t look." Noman grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "Violet, they’re not worth it." I clenched his hand in return, gradually tightening my grip. "No, I want to remember their faces now and their cruelty." Just like when the Rivers family fell, those who once praised me to the skies couldn’t wait to tear me apart, using my downfall to paint themselves as victims. I had learned my lesson back then, yet I still misplaced my trust and gave my heart to the wrong people.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

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Instead she spoke calmly. “So I'm here to ask you to protect me and my brother. You're the reason we are now a target for gang wars.” “No.” I refused immediately. Her face fell. She came closer. “Why?” “First, you owe me more than enough. I'm not about to add more when you can't pay the ones you owe,” I said simply. Angel lowered her eyes. She looked so dejected yet I wasn't moved. Such tactics wouldn't work on me. “If that's all, then leave.”

Maybe that was why I gave him an answer, despite the fact that it all was hella creepy. “I want my sister, Stella. I want to be with her. I want Aaron to pay for what he did to me. I want all of them to pay. I need justice!” The words left me in a succession of cries, raw with emotion. “I will give it to you. I will give you everything and you can get your revenge from the one who wronged you mostly, the Goddess. She let your parents be taken from you. She gave you a cruel mate. You were only a child, a young girl who never knew pleasure or power, yet she coldly let you die. Your Goddess left you alone to fend for yourself and perish. I am here to make right of her wrongdoings.” He ran his t

Understand? "Yes, of course I do." I huffed, leaning forward and stealing a kiss. "My queen is the angel of vengeance." "Angel of vengeance," Arissa repeated, letting a smile play on her lips. "I actually like the sound of that. And what shall your angel of vengeance avenge next?" "Whatever your heart desires." "Perfect." Arissa beamed. "Then next I will exact my revenge on that bastard, Elder Theodore." At her words, I felt my smile falter and my body grow tense.

“You’re not saving anyone. You’re just feeding it!” “And what would you have me do?” I roared, the sound too deep, too resonant. Vorath’s voice beneath mine. “Wait? Hope?” The dagger plunged into my wrist, tendons snapping like frayed wire. Blood cascaded onto the frost-etched symbols, igniting them in a sickly green glow. My skin bubbled, split, peeled back like burnt parchment. “You want to fight, Angela? This is how you fight. You burn the weakness out. You become something that can’t be taken.”