Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

A vengeance so primeval awaited him that by the time I finished, even the concept of a facelift would be an exercise in pointlessness. As I relentlessly pounded him, each blow fueled by raw fury, I caught sight of blood cascading down the back of Stephanie's head—a stark, crimson stream that chilled my veins. In the distance, Justin, one of Stephanie's older brothers, was in hot pursuit of the other rogue, his figure a blur of vengeance against the night.

He shakes himself off, and thick flecks of blood fly away from him. Victor’s mind goes into overdrive. All he sees are the weak points, and at his own sacrifice, he dives for it. Harry’s jaws snap onto his body, but Victor breaks his legs in the exchange, exploiting his weakened left-back to push it out. Harry howls in agony, sinking to the floor, unable to pull his appendages back under him. Victor pins him down, fighting the black needle points in his vision. The Cold Wolf knows what’s about to happen. So he thrashes violently, innocent, infant blood still on his fangs.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

9 minutes. I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me. I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes a flurry of hooks. Left, right, left. I block most, my forearms taking the brunt of the impact, but a sharp blow finds my temple. The world tilts, my legs turning into water for a split second.

Surging blood vigor spread out, and a radius of hundreds of meters was surrounded by the blood vigor. "Brat, I'm going to sacrifice your blood to my Bloody Banner. Go to hell." Yuan Jinsong grabbed the Bloody Banner as if waving a big flag. As he waved it, the blood vigor around him was surging. The sound of crying and howling went into his ears like evil, which made people's souls tremble. Boom! Boom! Boom! The Life and Death Platform was shaking. The bloody light of the Bloody Banner burst out, and a turbulent blood sea swept toward Chu Xun. Wherever it went, the rocks on the surface of the Life and Death Platform were lifted up and crushed into powder.

Ants were meant to be stepped on by humans, and humans by the Undead! “I will return this to you,” Bloodlust chuckled grimly and spat out the blood she had been keeping in her mouth all this while. The red liquid forced its way into Philip’s eyes and blinded him. His movements came to a natural stop and he was left vulnerable. “Crap!” Razor screamed, trying to get to Philip first, but how could he who had always focused on brute strength be a match for a Blood Daemon’s speed? Jack was also trying to stop her, and so was Davies; however, neither one of them was close enough. With a cruel laugh Bloodlust stabbed her blade into Philip’s abdomen and twisted savagely before cutting across in a tr

Marco’s leg was tied with a makeshift tourniquet, his face pale as death, coughing up the blood-stained gold coin onto the floor. "Don Victor..." Marco wheezed through cracked lips. "He... he came alone... slaughtered everyone in minutes... He said... he will wipe your entire bloodline if you cross him again..." Victor stared at the bloody gold coin, the glass in his hand trembling until it shattered, hot scotch and blood dripping from his palm onto the polished hardwood. A vein throbbed violently along Victor’s forehead, his gray eyes burning with pure, unhinged hatred. "Blackthorn," Victor hissed, his voice shaking with venomous fury.

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

This fucker won't go far. "Desperate are we? Have you tasted a virgin's blood before? It's tastes like the most expensive wine in the world. Sweet and heady. The purest of all." He opened his mouth wider and sank his teeth on her shoulders. Mish's frail body convulsed from the force mark. "No!" With his vampire speed, he reached them before the bastard drew blood. Victor pushed his beloved's body to him and escaped in a flash. "Mish, baby?" The scuffles outside the door registered. His men have the fucker.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.