Bloody Vengeance Novels & Stories

A red mark was already rising where my hand had connected and he wasn’t touching his face, wasn’t flinching, just standing there looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read and didn’t want to. “Celine—” “Read my lips.” I stepped even closer. “This is the last time you will ever see me.” My eyes were burning. I refused to let it turn into anything he could see. “You are dead to me, Salvatore Moretti.” Bianca’s hand found my arm and she pulled me back, body between me and him, turning me away before I could see whatever his face did next. I let her. I didn’t look back. I didn’t trust myself to look back.

Her soft voice made me still, my heart thudding as I stared at the bloody body I was hammering against the wall. Fuck, she saw all that... But this was who I was... It has always been who I was... Deep beneath the calm exterior, there was a darkness within me that birthed vengeance. I didn’t regret it; this was the fate that anyone who had ever hurt her would face. I dropped him to the floor as her slender arms wrapped around me from behind and I closed my eyes, the sparks and warmth from her touch calming the rage within. I looked down at the body that was no longer recognisable, when had the head come off?

“Of cou—“ The rest of the words suddenly gurgled back down his throat, as I slipped out the surgical knife I’d hidden in my sleeves, stealthily, and slit his throat. I slipped away in the same stealthy manner, satisfaction filling my chest, as the man’s body slipped to the floor in his own pool of blood. And I slipped the small knife back into my sleeve, never looking back as the first scream rang out. Someone had discovered his body. I disappeared into the crowds, pushing the shades further up the bridge of my nose. This was the right thing to do…. I had to protect my boss, and myself. ------- -------

They caught him just before he hit the dirt floor, staring at his arm, and a collective shiver of profound, paralyzing dread ran through them. “A-A-Ah, you filthy little bitch! I will not forgive you! Get her! Kill her! KILL HER!” Blade screamed, his face a ghostly white mask of agony and pure hatred. He didn’t care about the robbery anymore; he only wanted vengeance. He spat the command at his subordinates, his eyes bulging with murderous intent. Spurred by their leader’s fury, the remaining three men finally shook off their fear. Their faces contorted into menacing masks. “You rotten little whore! You’re looking for a swift death!”

Breathless nerves surfaced in her whisper. A vision of her crumpled on the floor, injured and bleeding as she struggled not to die stayed imprinted on my mind. Like a branded tattoo. White-hot fury mixed with another strange sensation surged and raced madly through my veins like a wildfire.. Panic. Fury mixed with panic. It was a combination so lethal, I didn't realize that my fangs grew into my own tongue, drawing blood. The taste of blood in my mouth felt almost satisfying. This was the closest I was going to get to vengeance.

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

Blood pooled dark and wide across the pale marble floor, spreading in a slow, spidering pattern that caught the torchlight like something obscene. Somewhere behind me, one of the young women from the bride selection screamed, the sound sharp and raw, quickly joined by others as more guests spilled into the hallway to see what had happened. Guards pushed past us, fanning out through the corridors, searching every shadowed alcove and locked door for whoever had done this. Alejandro moved down the stairs ahead of me, his expression carved from stone, every trace of the man who'd stood so gently in my room only minutes before gone entirely, replaced by something colder, sharper a king assessing

I look around before taking the front door but right on cue, another call comes through, this time telling me to go round the building to the back. I obey without thinking twice and as I take the corner to the back, I stumble on something, coming to a stand still. “Oh my God!” I gasp in horror. The sight in front of me makes all the hatred I have for George to evaporate. My heart is filled with guilty and remorse. He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast.

He didn't react, his fury blinding him as to what he was doing to them, his eyes completely red from one end to another, almost mechanically he just added pressure to his grip until suddenly their bodies combusted into bloody pieces, the blood flowing freely. As quickly as his fury consumed him, it just as quickly left, he blinked and stared at the human limbs scattered around in front of him, he could feel as panic started to set in but quickly pushed it down as he moved towards his home but he comes to a stop as suddenly there was a man in military clothes standing before him, a speed ability user like him, but most likely a single ability user.