Novel & Cerita Bloody Revenge

He inched deeper, biting back a scream, as blood sloshed from his abdomen into my wrist. “I won’t take away your revenge, because I'm your’s to break, to bleed. And it doesn't matter how many times I bleed, because I know it would never be compared to the haemorrhage you suffered… the scar in your soul, and your quest to see me suffer.” He pushed deeper, and I croaked. “Stop it! You’re hu—” “No, I'm taking your chance of revenge,” his voice thinned, face reddening. “By the time I cut through my spleen, you'd be having revenge on maggots.”

Blood immediately streams and then bubbles from the deep cut. "You bitch," he gurgles. He's trying to stop the blood, but he's already dead. I'd kill him again if I could. Then I decide I can. I swipe his legs from beneath him and he takes an earlier trip to the floor than he was going to. He lands with a garbled grunt. His eyes are wide open as he wheezes from his neck. I bring the metal straight down into his groin, burying it as far as it will go. He's past screaming, but his eyes show pain and fear. Good. I lift the shelving again and drive it back down. My hands are covered in his blood when the red haze of revenge lifts. I turn to Cori. Her eyes are wide open staring at me.

Swoosh! He rushed into the group of presbyters. Poof! Heads flew a few meters into the air, and blood gushed out. The blood dyed the ground red. With booms, bodies exploded, and the blood mists were even more dazzling than the setting sun. "Let's kill the devil." "Let's take revenge on him." "You'll pay for your cruelty, Chu the Devil." The blade light flew in all directions, heads rolled, and blood flowed like a river on the ground...

~ Emily ~ Morning light came slicing through them big-ass windows, hitting us just right—three bad bitches sprawled on that sectional like we’d been through hell and came back ready to plan the next war. My head was still heavy from everything we let out last night, but my blood? It was alive. Buzzing. ’Cause revenge got a flavor… and baby, it’s bitter, it’s hot, and it’s finally within reach. I was posted up cross-legged on the couch, drowning in an oversized tee, notebook balanced on my thigh, pen tapping like it was ready to choose violence any second.

NO ONE. Dominic took a few agitated steps back. His fists were covered in blood both his and others' and his knuckles were open. That didn't matter to him, nothing replaced the feeling of satisfaction of feeling the blood of that beta running between his fingers. He brought one of his hands to his mouth and licked up the thick liquid staining his chin. His fangs stung, his eyes only showed contempt and thirst for revenge. He was very upset. He was immersed in the madness of revenge and nothing would dull that. The beta in front of him had a disfigured face from the blows and his body bent over in pain as he cried like a total coward.

He stated casually with a smirk. "Dante just kill me if you want.. she's my blood" Damon murmured as blood dripped down from his eyes. “Dante narrowed his eyes at him and then scoffed and then he brought out his gun. "Fine. Let's make it easy then" Damon's eyes widened in shock. "I will do it" He suddenly screamed. Dante smirked, dropping his gun down. This wasn’t just revenge. It wasn’t even justice. It was retribution.

Blood immediately streams and then bubbles from the deep cut. “You bitch,” he gurgles. He’s trying to stop the blood, but he’s already dead. I’d kill him again if I could. Then I decide I can. I swipe his legs from beneath him and he takes an earlier trip to the floor than he was going to. He lands with a garbled grunt. His eyes are wide open as he wheezes from his neck. I bring the metal straight down into his groin, burying it as far as it will go. He’s past screaming, but his eyes show pain and fear. Good. I lift the shelving again and drive it back down. My hands are covered in his blood when the red haze of revenge lifts. I turn to Cori. Her eyes are wide open staring at me.

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

Fresh blood poured. The pain and the blood and the thought of what it would cost me to heal again… all of them. Fury and rage boiled inside of me, bubbling like hot water and with that. I picked up a rock and as the third rogue came for me again, I bashed his head with the rock. Bashing his skull… once… twice… thrice.. until he stopped moving. Until I had had a full revenge for the blood he made me bleed. It took less than nine seconds to get that done. Maybe five seconds, with the anger boiling in me I was certain to kill more of them, all of them.