Arkham City Harley Quinn Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“From the first day.” I looked away. “I think I felt the connection to him that night at the ball,” I admitted. “And that scared me.” “Why?” “Because if I let myself fall,” I said, “I might forget why I came back. I might forget to get my revenge for all the people that died because of me.” Brianna shook her head. “Point of correction—they didn’t die because of you,” she said firmly. “They died because someone chose to be cruel.”

Slowly, king Mortis bent to look at king Henry who had finally gotten back on his knees after so much struggle and he grabbed his face by the chin to make him look at him as he dug his fingers into his flesh and he struggled to endure the pain. “I said, Henry, look around!” King Mortis yelled in his face and shaking from his deep and scary roar, king Henry looked around and his heart sank. The whole pack was on fire, dead bodies of the Lycan werewolves were scattered around and the guards who were left and still tried to fight the enemies were killed so easily. Seeing all of that, he had never felt so much hopelessness before. He knew he was going to die but all he hoped for was that his dau

His arm slid around my shoulders, grounding me. “Better,” he murmured. And it was. Not enough to silence the storm inside me, but enough to remind me I wasn’t alone in it. The night bled slowly into dawn. The city outside began to stir—distant engines, faint voices, the ordinary life of people untouched by the shadows Barry cast. For one fragile moment, I let myself believe maybe it would all fade with the daylight. That Barry was just a nightmare dissolving under the sun. Then Dante’s phone buzzed again.

The room fell silent as everyone turned toward the screen. If Luciano sided with the mob— I was finished. But if he defended me— Silvia’s plan might finally begin to crack. Chiara’s heart pounded as she confronted Carlo inside the panic room, the steel walls doing little to mute the chaos erupting below. “You reported me to the World Healer Association?” she demanded, disbelief sharpening her voice. She had always been in good standing—her work ethical, her care unmatched. Yet Carlo only smirked, insisting he wasn’t alone. Many healers, he claimed, opposed her decision to withhold the life-extending formula.

"Yeah. But we know their game now. We end it. For Maya. For us." We drove away from the station, the city lights brighter than before. The fight had new faces but we had new weapons too. Harrison's words changed the picture completely. Revenge from the graves. We would face it head on. Back at the penthouse, Maya slept safe in her nursery. I watched her for a long minute, her small face peaceful. No more running. No more hiding. The subway trap gave us truth. Now we use it to break the Council for good. The night settled but sleep would not come easy. Too many names. Too many old scores. Victor's sins kept coming back like ghosts.

Our pack was the most peaceful, literally. I finished the small ritual, Aella's skin changed a bit in the coffin, and she was kept in the already dug earth. This time, women wailed, children screamed at the top of their voices, not because they knew who Aella was, but the sight of a burial ground may have irritated them. I mean, it was a long time ago since we dug up the earth to bury a wolf. I walked to my room with my bride as a guilty feeling washed me from head until toe from my insides. The thoughts of Aella resurrecting from that grave made my toe curl, and I managed a smile when Lenna watched me. “Is anything the matter?”

"They're pushing me to my limit." Riley placed her hands on mine, her eyes full of worry. "Athena, are you okay?" she asked softly. I looked up at her, and honestly, right now, different emotions were flowing through me, but the most prominent was anger. I was so pissed that I didn't mind going along with Austin's idea. But death was not an appropriate punishment for Dylan and his buddies. "I'm so pissed. I can barely contain my rage. He really had to do this, but I'm grateful. It only makes my thirst for revenge greater," I answered, squeezing her hand softly.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

“Harlem Harrigan, the third son of the Harrigans. He’s 46 this year and is a ruthless man. He's violent and bloodthirsty. He's a loan shark who has destroyed tens of thousands of families. He also owns an underground fighting ring… “He’s the one!” Chase said slowly. His voice sounded like a messenger from hell. … Meanwhile, Quinn did not work overtime today and returned home quite early. She was lying in bed in a daze. This was the second day. Was Little Rocky about to kill again today? Quinn felt horrible. She wanted to cry. “I’m so useless. I can’t even help you when you have to take on the burden of taking revenge for Grandpa Gideon and all of the others.”

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.