Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

Then they snapped back together. The wolf bit Victor’s arm. Its teeth sank into his bicep. Victor didn't bleed red blood. He bled a thick black ichor. He roared and ripped his arm free. He grabbed the wolf by its spine and threw it off the wall. "Back!" Victor shouted to his men. "Fall back to the courtyard!" It was too late for some. A Mud Wolf crested the parapet. It surged forward like a tidal wave of sludge. It engulfed a young enforcer named Davi.

I ran my finger down the hilt. “You want death?” I whispered to the silence. “Then I will give you extinction. I will be sure that each and everyone that chose to defy me is going to learn their lesson. I'm not going to wake up, not again, and if it is love that I need to fight against, then it is what I'm going to do.” And when Damon opens that letter… he’ll know. He’ll know this isn’t politics anymore. This is vengeance. This is blood. This is the beginning of the end.

"At least I'm honest. Don't compare me with the likes of him.” "Are you really? You keep talking about revenge but why are you suddenly nice to me? You vowed to destroy the De Luca bloodline but why I'm am I still alive? What happened to your quest?" "It is still my quest. It's just that you haven't played your role yet." "And what role is that?" Rosy demanded. "You are Antonio De Luca's blood." Sergio replied quietly but Rosy shook her head in denial. "I don't want to be. I want to go back to my old life. I don't want any of this." she protested, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Vivienne collapsed into the restraint couch. She tried to breathe. Nothing circulated. Green distortion crept back into her vision edges. Alexander crouched in front of her. His shadow covered her entirely. He reached for her pulse. One second too late. The blade moved first. Vivienne drew it. Drove it upward. Into his right shoulder. Steel entered flesh. Deep. Immediate resistance. Blood erupted instantly. Dark gold. Thick. Too dense for normal flow. It slid down her pale hand in heavy streaks.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

Victor came at Damon one final time, easy for me to see the glint of a silver dagger in Victor’s hand too late. “Damon!” I screamed. Damon twisted at the last second but the blade sank into his shoulder instead of his heart. He roared in pain and drove his claws straight into Victor’s chest. Victor gasped, eyes wide with shock. “This, is for my family,” Damon said, and twisted his hand. Victor Blackthorn, the man who had tried to destroy us, collapsed to the temple floor, dead. Seraphina screamed like it was the only thing she had left and unleashed everything from her body, one final, desperate blast of golden energy straight toward me and Lucas.

Not yet. Another crash; downstairs, metal on marble. Alexander tensed, pulling a gun from his waistband, one I hadn’t seen. “Stay here,” he ordered, his voice steel. “No,” I said, grabbing his arm, my tears drying into resolve. “We do this together.” He looked at me, pride and fear warring in his eyes, then nodded. We stepped into the hall, the mansion dark, the glow of the drive lighting our path. Someone was inside, and they wanted blood. Dad’s blood, mine, maybe Mamá’s. I’d face them, with Alexander or without, because love and vengeance were all I had left.

Sofia. Vengeance had a taste. It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death. I could feel it on my tongue as I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city bleeding light into the darkness. Neon signs flickered against the glass, a kaleidoscope of color that felt too bright, too alive for what we had just done. I could still feel Vaschenko’s blood drying on my skin. Still feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the kick of the recoil, the way his body had spasmed before he stilled.