Blood Vengeance Novels & Stories

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

“Oh, don't worry. I will not be taking everything away from you at the moment. No, I will let you suffer in agony trying everything you can to take it away from me, while failing at every turn. Then right when you think you have succeeded, I will swoop in and leave in despair and agony. Just as I have been living all these years. Your entire family will pay for your sins.” “I will also find out find happened five years ago. Should I find out that you or any member of this family had anything to do with this matter all those years back, I will make sure that you wish you were dead.” The bloodlust emanating from Zach was enough to send shivers down Grandma Kent's spine. She was so scared that

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

“So then, enjoy the 3 hours of beating.” “Let’s the show begin!” …... Afterward, Zitrey spit out a mouthful of blood and bathed with her own blood. Kate, Professor Shen, and Lance suddenly felt a horrendous feeling that something bad is currently happening. “Zeth!”

Malik whipped around, using that hesitation to his advantage by sinking his teeth into the joint of one wing, tearing it clear off Santos's torso and spitting it at his feet, reveling in the blood that spurted from the dhampirs gaping wound. Santos screamed in pain and anger, clamping down on his wound with his opposite hand as profanities flew from his mouth, his vision going blurry with blood loss. Malik took that moment to phase back at Shadow's request, letting his human have his turn at vengeance. Sweat poured off Shadow's muscular frame as the two adversaries glared at each other. The scratches on Shadow's ribcage were superficial, burning from the vampire venom but failing to enter hi

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

Toby had done it. The sunset was replaced by a high-resolution scan of the birth certificate I’d found in the safe. Beside it appeared the DNA results Arthur Vance had decrypted—the undeniable proof of our shared bloodline. And then, the final blow: a series of audio recordings Laredo had made in the cabin. “Fear and desire are the same emotion... You’re the sacrifice your mother made for her vanity.” Laredo’s own voice filled the ballroom, cold, clinical, and monstrous. It wasn't the voice of a titan; it was the voice of a predator.

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.