Novel & Cerita Angel Of Vengeance Book

I angrily muttered, "oh no class is over. I better start leaving before anyone approaches me." I stood up, and slid my book into my back. I was walking past my seat when I felt someone nudge me. My bag slipped off my hands and I bent down picking it up not caring to see who it was. All I wanted was to leave quickly but I got pushed again and this time, I turned around bowing my head and peeking under my lashes to see who it was. I wasn't at all surprised to see that it was Mandy and Mckayla. I tried to walk from them but Mckayla nudged my arms and I stood back.

Everything he worked hard for was guaranteed to crash down on him if he was not careful. Xavier watched his beloved reunite with her sisters. Anna, the Lycan Queen, Rie, newly mated, the Dragon Queen, Alexie, and Sofia, consoling each other, sobbing their hearts out. His friends, and leaders, watching helplessly, filled with rage that fueled vengeance on their nemesis. They wouldn't stop until the Angel of Death, together with his accomplices, were chopped and burned to pieces. Until the supernatural and mortal world was safe again.

DAVINA My anger was about to consume me completely, and he was doing it to me. He was doing it while his expression remained calm, while his breathing was unchanged. How could he? My teeth were clenched, my heart pounding, the urge to put my hands on his thick neck and squeeze until he couldn't breathe anymore growing. His every word sounded like an insult. "You have no right!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. "You can't make Gutemberg give up!"

I tense in anticipation when they halt next to me and my one blurry I can see a tall, shadowy figure of a soldier with a sword smirking down at me. "I am honoured by this opportunity to send you to the list another side, witch!" He mutters before plunging the sword deep into my chest. The sharp pain makes me gasp. Then darkness immediately envelopes me. My life doesn't flash in front of my eyes. I only feel like I am falling into a dark void. EVAN'S POV Killing a young girl for her mother's sins is totally wrong. Some stupid laws like families being allowed to suffer in place of their evil loved ones need to be rectified.

His mere presence posed danger and I don’t think I’d ever feel safe around a man like him. When we got inside his room, I remained standing near the closed door while he walked to the desk in the far corner and put down an envelope. When he turned to me, I immediately lowered my head in fear that meeting his gaze would annoy him. “Did you have fun working?” he asked coldly as if he knew that I had a hard time. It’s what he wants after all. It is what they all want. To see my father’s family suffer. It is the kind of vengeance most people resort to. But the truth is, feeding your anger this way will only consume your soul. It will never heal you, because in the first place, inflicting harm to

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

I've only been counting days till I meet him once again. To take my revenge, to hurt him for hurting me, and lastly, to take back my son, whom his pack forcely took away from me. I squeezed his picture in my hold and set them on fire. I set all of his memories on fire. Beta Agasha was right. The flames danced around in the fire, transforming the whole paper to ashes and a new kind of determination coursed through me, as my glare never wavered at the sight. Finally, with heavy venom in my tone, I spoke.

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.