Novel & Cerita Ddo Divine Vengeance

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

David did not answer but said, “Since you have admitted the crime of abducting Elven women, today, I will punish you on behalf of God! You have committed many heinous crimes, and it is time to atone for your sins.” “No! Pfft!” David did not take action. However, after the head of the Vingeans said that, all the Vingeans suffered severe injuries. They spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with their internal organs, and, clutching their chests, fell to their knees. They could feel the power in their bodies disappearing rapidly. In other words, David had annihilated the Vingeans outside the valley. The head of the Vingeans knelt on the ground, realizing that David was an Overlord.

The only thing that kept her alive was vengeance. She had changed her face with a curse. Hidden her name. Buried her past. And lived. Lived in the very pit of Daven’s dominion, walking among his monsters like a ghost, waiting. Watching. Becoming something he could never find. That was years ago. Now, the lunar convergence was near—the same celestial alignment Daven needed to finish the ritual. He believed it would open a rift through the Veil, the space between life and death, allowing him to step beyond mortality.

Thorne's POV “Did you make sure every one of them is dead?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade. Silas, my Beta nodded. “Yes, Alpha Thorne. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single rogue is left breathing.” As much I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. I needed to cross check myself. So I started walking towards the forest. I’ve learned—never take anyone’s word as truth. In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed.

He stood back, bowed his head and gave his final respect, then said, “I have to see to the others. We need to leave before they take this route on their way back.” I could not look at him. My throat closed the moment I tried to speak, and I feared that if I opened my mouth, only broken sobs would come out. Before leaving, he pulled me into a hug. Though i stood stiffed, I realized I needed it. He wishpered into my ears. “If the gods will it, we will survive and avenge them.” And he let go of me. “I’ll stay a little while,” I whispered. He nodded and left quickly. I sat beside the grave until my tears dried, then rose to my feet. Brushing the dirt from my hands, I looked at the sky, the star

“We sent Divine. Damien Blackthorne’s former mate. The woman who handed over her own daughter, Neveah, for our cause. We’ve trained her, but this is her first field job. She’ll be your insider. You’ll work directly with her. And you both answer to me.” “Remind your brother that he still owes me,” he said. “He shouldn’t forget that I’m the reason you both survived in these lands without being discovered or killed.” I swallowed hard. If there was one man in this world who truly scared me, it was the boss. He could take anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers. And I intended to use that to my advantage. Then his phone rang. “Right on time,” he said, putting the call on speaker. “Divine, h

"Jacob is as sick as I am a saint. He’s avoiding the accountability of the southern border failure. Let’s look at the maps." "The Rogues are encroaching on the silver mines," another Elder barked, slamming a folder onto the table. "We need the LV Hunters to initiate a sweep. Total eradication, Alpha Varkas. No survivors." "I am a pack leader, not a butcher," Lucien said, his eyes flashing a dangerous, molten gold. "We secure the borders. We don't..." Chime. Chime. Chime. The sound was a digital cacophony. Every phone at the table lit up simultaneously. The Council members frowned, reaching for their devices.

Not yet. Vengeance.

My mama asked, her hands clasped on my back. Anjelo paced around in the room, his fist clenched, “Stop pacing Anjelo and sit down, you’re making it worse.” My sister scolded him and he stopped, stared at her with anger for a moment before giving up and sitting down. The chants grew louder again, closer. “Morte ai Castellano.” I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound. But the words echoed in my mind. With every chant, we were reminded of our vulnerability. Silver. They knew about silver.

I ordered. “You can’t kill us!” Ethan complained. Shaking my head, I motioned for my men to gag them again and haul them off. When they were gone, I cleared my throat and turned to Jayden. The look of enjoyment on his face mirrored the satisfaction I felt. “What now?” Jayden asked. “I want them to experience the same fate that Keva experienced. Beat them until they are inches from their lives and bleed them out. Whether they live or die is up to the Gods. When you are done, send word to Ethan’s pack and let them know the location of their Alpha.”