Romans & histoires Counterattack Of The Vengeful Goddess

She had not even had time to accept that Kayden was missing, and now she was being told he was dead. Only now did the reality of his death begin to sink in. She also realized her heart was icy cold, yet even that could not put out the burning fire rising inside her. Like a madwoman, she suddenly turned on Robin. Her long nails tore open the skin on his neck, and blood immediately began to seep out. Robin let out a muffled groan but did not dare make another sound. He could only grit his teeth and endure the pain. A second later, Magnolia turned on someone else and kicked the lead surgeon. His hair was already gray, and that kick was enough to make him cough up blood.

The Beast raised both of its massive, molten fists and brought them down on my barrier like a pile driver. CRACK. My psychic shield shattered. The kinetic backlash hit me like a physical hammer. I was thrown backward, tumbling head over heels across the superheated stones. I crashed into the base of a dry fountain, gasping as my broken ribs screamed in protest. The Beast surged forward, raising a jagged obsidian claw to crush me. Suddenly, a figure vaulted over the fountain. Elara. My sixteen-year-old apprentice didn't run. She drove her polished iron staff directly into the gap between the cobblestones and channeled everything she had.

Nadia, Nadine's mother, said. That made me stop, and I looked at the others. Drago was clenching his fists, and Connor's wolf had completely black eyes. “Attack!” I shouted quickly. Connor went straight for the goddess's legs; Biel activated the rune on her, and Drago transformed into a dragon and created a circle of fire around the goddess and Connor. He expelled black smoke towards the goddess, and the woman began to choke hard. Connor bit the goddess more viciously, and she screamed in fury.

I scoffed as a bit of jealousy burned within me, I was the one that was descended from a goddess, not her. Lady Vanessa cat walked in like she owned the arena, swaying her hips and swinging her long hair and posing for the crowd. Finally, the applause and cheers died down as we both faced the alpha and the councils. Beta Hans stood up, “As with the laws of our ancestors, this battle is hereby started – let the choice of the goddess prevail.” There was another roaring cheer as the drum banged, signifying the start of the battle. I took a deep breath as I recalled what sir Claude had taught me, that plus what I learnt from Damon, I felt confident in my skill.

Marcus had been killed on Alpha Kael's orders. Everything else-the kindness, the honor, the genuine grief-was just the mask that powerful men wore to hide their sins. She had to believe that. Had to hold onto her rage and her purpose. Because if she was wrong... No. She wasn't wrong. She couldn't be wrong. She wouldn't let doubt destroy her now. Sera turned away from Marcus's photo and stared at the ceiling, forcing her mind back to planning, to strategy, to the careful calculation of revenge.

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

She grabbed a cup of water from her car and poured it over my canister, trying to block the spray. Then, without warning, she snatched up a military shovel and swung it viciously in our direction. I could not let go. If I did, Benjamin would fall to his death. With him strapped to my back, I had no time to dodge. The shovel came down hard, slamming into his arm with a sickening crack. His scream tore through the pit as blood splattered across the sand. Then, he fell unconscious. Celeste spat, "You filthy piece of trash! Still trying to turn Vincent against me? Let's see how many more hits you can take."

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.

Black torn jeans with ripped shirts. “Come on, we don't have all day” Thoedora ordered, pointing towards Cassandra who tried moving back but her body won't move. “Don't come any closer” Cassandra screams trying to move away. “Come on bitch, I don't have all day” Theodora snaps pulling her legs towards the men.

Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it. In any case, did I deserve to die, then?! Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward. "You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!" I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.