Arti Act Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

I fired beside Mark, hitting one of Vincent’s guards. Vincent himself took cover, but not before firing back. A bullet slammed into Mark’s thigh. He grunted but stayed standing, returning fire. “Mark!” I screamed. He pushed me behind a pillar. “Stay down!” Vincent’s voice rang out again. “Give me the girl, Arthur! She’s the last piece of Paul’s legacy. Hand her over and I’ll let you live long enough to watch me rebuild what you stole.” Mark’s roar was pure fury. “Over my dead body!”

Theo uttered and turned to look at Anita. “You should leave now. Mr. Arthur isn’t ready to see you.” Theo said to her, and before she could speak up, the door flung open. “How dare you show your face here?!” Arthur roared, storming towards her. He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall. He reeked of alcohol and his breathing grew intense as he applied pressure on Anita’s neck. “Mr. Arthur! Dad!” Theo and Ryan yelled in terror. While Anita struggled to free herself from his death-threatening grip, Theo grabbed Arthur from behind, trying to stop him.

I gritted my teeth, trying to stay upright as Ariana's eyes widened in horror. "You're a hard man to kill, Xavier," Arturo sneered, taking a step closer to me. "But today's your lucky day. You get to die in front of your precious Ariana." I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain as I clutched my arm. Blood seeped through my fingers, staining my suit. Ariana's eyes were wide with fear as she stared at me, her face pale. Arturo took another step closer, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "You should have stayed out of my business, Xavier," he sneered.

As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional. In her heart, Athena knew that vengeance might not bring her the closure she sought. But for now, it was the only path she could see, the only way to channel her anguish and turn it into something tangible. Athena knew Revenge was a double-edged sword, and she understood that wielding it would come at a great cost even at the expense of losing Ardolf’s trust. Speaking about truth, she realised ardolf would be worried about her whereabouts and she needs to find a perfect excuse that wouldn't raise any suspicion and make ardolf suspect her of

He had touched what should have been mine. Contemplation bred a faint, malicious smile. The past was inconsequential; the present was malleable. Their world would be dismantled, piece by piece. Every shred of her existence would yield to me, until surrender was her sole alternative. My gaze held them captive, frozen in an affectionate kiss. My finger toyed with the trigger. I yearned for their swift demise, but swift was far too kind. Artemy’s eyes should reflect fear, helplessness, and inexorable loss. He had filched from me, and reciprocation was impending. Vengeance bore a bitter taste.

“You were wrong. You merely awakened an older devil.” The Scarred-Face Man spat on the ground, staring at Oscar with disgust. “You are ill, Sir! You won’t survive longer than them! This revenge will never end!” Oscar did not answer. He merely stared coldly at the man, feeling a sharp throb of pain in his chest—the pain of the illness that could take his life at any moment. He knew he did not have much time. But enough time for vengeance. “Arthur,” Oscar called. “Yes, Sir?”

" I blinked back the tears pooling in my eyes and smiled at him while he gently grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze. Now I know the actual truth behind Shane's vengeance and dad's reasons for keeping me safe. And everything that went wrong from the beginning is all because of Shane.

He finishes in a cocky tone. I lean forward in my seat, stabbing my index finger into the table as I glare at him. "You are my consigliere, Igor. You are meant to be here with me helping me to run this empire smoothly so it doesn't crumble to the fucking ground. You told me to marry Aria, I did. You said it will serve us well and keep the elite families off my back, it hasn't. Your plan has failed us and the second Aria is in my arms safe and out of harm's way. I plan on eliminating Braxton Creed and his small army of low life gangbangers clean from the Earth." Igor shakes his head, "I highly advise you to reconsider your plan to seek vengeance, Artemis. The-"

I ask him with undiluted contempt towards him. Without warning, he spins around and walks on top of Yuris' lifeless body to get to me, his fingers snake around the base of my throat and he squeezes them. "He lived his life and as far as I am concerned, anyone that willingly works for Artemis Volkov deserves to die." His hot breath that smells of cigarettes and coffee fans my face. Licking my lips, I glare into his eyes, "You have let your thirst for blood and vengeance consume you, it's robbed you-"

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.