Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

(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.

My tears spilled onto his lifeless face, mixing with the blood. But he didn’t move. He wasn’t coming back. The reality broke me in ways words could never explain. Something inside me shattered. I forced myself to my feet. “Mother,” I whispered before turning into a scream. “Mother” I stumbled outside and froze. Bodies were everywhere, men I had grown up with, men who had trained me with wooden swords, laughed with me at the fire. Now they were scattered across the ground in twisted, unnatural positions. I turned sharply to one of the soldiers staggering toward me, clutching his side, his cloth was drenched in his blood.

A gun goes off when he gets close to me. His head falls on my lap. A bullet through his head. Cold blood oozes from his head onto me. Tears stream down my cheeks. Blood pools at my feet. I’m immobilized. My brain freezes, and darkness welcomes me, and for the first time...I don’t fight it.

She grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it viciously toward my head. Bang! Blood immediately began pouring down my face. "Such a tiny favor, and you keep bringing it up again and again? If I hadn’t been earning money to support you all these years, a useless piece of trash like you would’ve ended up begging on the streets long ago. "Eighteen knife wounds in exchange for wealth and luxury. You didn’t lose out on that deal at all!" The contempt growing in Aurora’s eyes completely chilled my heart. I wiped the blood from my face and let out a cold laugh.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

After the wedding, I knew Zac would help me bring down James' company. I knew I had too much to do but that was less than the pain I felt during the hours they hid me. I want to hurt them over and over. I want them to kneel at my feet while crying and apologizing. I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. I will torture them and abandon them. I will exact my vengeance until the day I die. I was so angry that I just burst into tears. I retouched my make-up again and they reminded me not to cry too much because my make-up was a waste. They thought so I was crying out of excitement. But what they didn’t know was the anger and pain so I cried.

As I was slowly rolling it, I noticed the expiry date marked on the side, and I gasped that the cream was already expired a month ago. The bottle slipped off my hands, and I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. I rubbed my cheeks, "my face. My beautiful face is gone." Seeing the many red spots made me feel like drowning myself inside a pool. I felt like an ugly beast, I couldn't believe my pretty face was gone. It was 8:25 am, I heard footsteps walking inside my bedroom. I already took my bath and dressed up. I wore a pair of black pants and a pink blouse. I was in my first year in the school-university, Maxwell university of the USA.

Her blood had been crying for vengeance ever since that night. Vincenzo, that filthy traitor, had joined the other rival mafia clans to lay an ambush for us. I still remembered the flare of headlights, the screech of tires... and then he shot her. Not once. Not twice. Ten fucking times. Ten bullets in the woman I loved. I still saw her face, her lifeless eyes, her body torn apart, and my hands trembling, soaked in her blood as I screamed her name, begging her not to die.

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.