Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

“—collector said keep him breathing until the half-blood is confirmed dead. After that we can dump him.” “Rico’s been whining for hours. Says the girl was never supposed to survive the first hit.” My blood went cold and sharp. Vincenzo’s hand briefly touched the small of my back… acknowledgment and warning in one. We reached the archway to the main room. Two pure-blood soldiers sat at a heavy wooden table with cards and a bottle of whiskey. Neither looked up in time. Vincenzo’s first shot took the closer one through the temple. I put two rounds into the second man’s chest before he could stand. Both bodies hit the floor within a second of each other.

He pivoted deftly and decapitated the first attacker before bringing his blade down in an overhead arc and doing the same to the enemy sprawled on the ground; ice-like blood pumped steadily onto the carpeted floor. He spun on a heel, drove two steps, and launched himself off the wall like an angel hell-bent on righteous vengeance. Bringing all of his strength to bear, he dispatched one monstrosity with a blow to the neck then landed and cut cleanly through the midsection of another; bodies tumbled to the ground around him. Rage and adrenaline pumped so steadily through his system, he didn’t even notice to burns on his arm from the splashes of enemy lifeblood. Turning from the carnage, he spu

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

Alph‍a Van⁠ce spat,‌ stepping th‌rough the sha⁠ttered double door‌s i‌nto th‌e c⁠⁠r‌‌imson m‍oonlight. H⁠is face was a mas⁠k of⁠ dark‍, psychoti‍c fury. His‌ white⁠ shoulder ba‌‌ndag⁠e was so‍a‍ked t‍hr‍‌ough w‍ith fresh blood,‍ his si‌lver riding cr‍op replaced by a heavy, dou⁠b‍le-‌edg⁠ed broads‌word glowing wi⁠th dar‌‌k blood-magic. Do‍zens of surviving Bloo‍dhound Pack⁠ g⁠uards lin‍ed the upper bal⁠co‍ny o‌f t‌he co‌urtyard, the‌ir silv‍er rifles aimed down into the‍ are‌na.

Tom. (Kelly makes her way to the office) Good morning Kelly, good morning Tim, how was your night? Very well, thank you. Here's the coffee and doughnut you enjoy so much. Thank you so much! I nearly forgot this came in today for you. Tim said. I suppose it's new evidence for the burglary case you're working on. Oh my, thank you very much. (Kelly tears the envelope to view its content). Yes! With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum.

I frowned, it feels like dejavu to see this kind of attack. Black Dogs. Wait, are they connected with each other? But as far as I know, Sebastian already blew them up and wiped those people, they already vanished in this world. "Attack!" I shouted when I got some chance to attack, the warriors of Blood Moon pack were not ready for what they promised to their own pack, that they will fight no matter what.

Vincent shouted, his voice dripping with venom. He stepped back just enough to prepare another attack, his face marked by determination. "And unlike you, who murdered your own brother behind his back, I will end you right before your eyes, so that the last face you see is mine, as you sink into the darkness of your own disgrace!" Vincent continued trading blows with his uncle when, in a dirty move, the man stabbed him in the ribs. The blade pierced the flesh, and a groan of pain escaped Vincent’s lips. Even so, with fury burning in his eyes, he didn’t retreat. A flurry of precise and merciless attacks made his uncle stagger, his arrogance giving way to desolation. Within seconds, the man fel

His deep empty silver eyes roamed all over the marks that embraced him like a detachable lover. Scars. His whole chest was filled with different kind of terrorising scars, the whipping wound, cut marks and God knows what kind of injuries that had blackened because of them being the years old. His calloused fingers gently graced the rough flesh of his as he smoothly ran them until it touched the tattoo covering his left shoulder, the tattoo ran through his neck as well slightly covering it but the main source of his vengeance and hatred was on display.

(Crazy foreigner,are you trying to kill him? “You have three seconds to get away from here, or you are next,” I said, positioning myself in front of Vanessa. “One….two..” “Fuck!” He yelled rushing off. I turned immediately to face Vannessa, ignoring the bleeding man on the floor. “Vanessa,” I muttered, picking her up. She staggered in my hands causing me to wonder how much she had to drink. Quickly, I took off her hoodie and quickly covered her up in mine, leaving myself with just a singlet.

“Come get your damn prize.” The Valentine’s movements were liquid violence—dodging, spinning, cutting down every obstacle in their path. Adonis lunged first, fangs bared. Vera swung her arm, a blast of force sending him crashing through a fallen oak. But even as his borrowed body shattered bones, he grinned. “Still not enough.” Rio and Lucien were on her now. Rio struck with a clawed hand that tore across her abdomen. Black ichor sprayed. Vera screamed, staggering back—but Lucien was there to meet her. His fangs sank deep into her shoulder as his claws gutted her.