Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

He lusts towards her. And the blocked senses of his mind actually accepted his unacceptable acts without any hesitation. He felt no remorse in touching her or ruining her beyond the limit. He felt contented and that was enough for him. But was his contentment enough for her? _______________________________________ I know the limit of him being ruthless is going out of hands but you need to understand revenge is something that blinds you to the extent that you started thinking whatever you're doing is right even when it's absolutely wrong. The spicy twist story is going to start now. So be ready. Keep on taping on the star button to show your love. Till the next Adios.

Now it had been burned over with red ink, the new queen’s sigil carved like an open wound. Bianca pressed her dagger against it, voice a whisper. “Did she promise you redemption or just another grave?” He gasped, reaching for his gun but her blade was faster. It sang across his throat in one swift, merciful motion. He fell with a gurgle, crimson blooming into the puddles at her feet. One down. Five more before the sun rose. She moved through the night like vengeance incarnate, quiet, clean, unstoppable. A single cut each time. No hesitation. No mercy. The docks ran slick with blood before anyone even sounded the alarm.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

I saw flashes then—future upon future—each worse than the last. Adam standing on a battlefield, bloodied and broken, reaching for me as the light drained from his eyes. His brothers falling one by one. The palace collapsing. Kingdoms burning. Emptiness stretching on long after the last scream faded. “This is the price,” the woman intoned. “Innocent blood for vengeance.” “No,” I whispered, sinking to my knees. “I wanted justice.” Lightning struck the ground between us, splitting it open, fire roaring up from the fissure. And I screamed—

​Slash! ​Unsheathing my fingernails, which had suddenly hardened into black, claw-like points, I dragged them across my left wrist without a single second of hesitation. Fresh, dark crimson blood—nearly pitch black—poured heavily onto the cold marble floor. A sharp, biting pain pierced my consciousness, but it was nothing compared to the absolute fire of vengeance consuming my chest. ​With this blood, I lock our fates, I chanted silently, shutting my eyes tight. ​Whoosh!

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

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.”

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

bloom. The thing about vengeance is you can dress it however you like but at the heart of it there’s always this animal satisfaction: the exact moment when someone who has hidden rot is forced to smell it. I sank back a little. The darkness in me hummed, pleased. The part of me that loved Alessia breathed a little harder, because this could cause problems for her. But the animal in me sung a different song, one that salivated at the idea of Remo’s blood on my hands.

Vance growls, his voice echoing off the walls like low thunder. Veronica turns white as chalk, backing away until her spine hits the chalkboard. "Vance... brother, I was just—" "Shut your mouth," Vance cuts her off with an icy glare, stepping forward as his enforcers surround the group. "Billy already transmitted the full video feed directly to the central server. You used wolf-bane water and attempted physical violence against a member of the Calloway Bloodline inside a non-combat zone."