Ddo Divine Vengeance Novels & Stories

Or wanting to exert vengeance on. Yet, some softer, vulnerable part of me wants her to stay as mine. To cherish her. To care for her. Vengeance and tenderness don’t blend together. Somewhere along the line, one will overpower the other. I wonder which of these powerful feelings will triumph against the other. My tenderness and vulnerability for Dawn. Or my raw hanker for vengeance? I don’t why I hanger for vengeance. For revenge but some dark parts of me wants it. Some twisted part of me craves it.

He said not perceiving what was going on, Dante slammed his hand on the stinky black headband on his forehead, “Gosh… it irks me teaming up with them.” He revealed, “Hmmm. Finally.” the bounty hunter putting his leg on the escapee crowed in their midst. “The Divine Humane are here, I’m sure you also with that iconic armour is also a divine humane. This is the most luckiest day in the city of bounty hunters, Don’t you know how much you all cost summing it up together?” he said as he licked his lips along with glares and smirks from every bounty hunters surrounding every corner waiting to capture them as their own or sell them off.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

But almost suddenly the man reached out and tilted his face upwards looking straight into his eyes, he asked, "Do you know who I am" The kneeling man shivered how could he not know this man. He was well known in the mafia world as a very ruthless and powerful person. They said just by one look at him you could feel your knees wobble. That's how intense his aura was. They even had a nickname for him in the mafia world "The Devil Incarnate" they called him because of how ruthless he was. Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly.

“We are the chosen one! Our efforts will take down the gods of Veneer and kill them for eternity!” “Yes!” Everyone shouts in unison, their bloodlust and passion for vengeance evident. Their eyes are shining with the desire for revenge, their hearts darkened by their past. “We have given up everything!” Two bellows. “All worldly desires and even our families! We do not take mates nor do we let any one of us do the same! Because once we do, we will fall weak. We do not forgive nor forget the deserters! Our brethren are everything to us and we will keep it that way!”

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"

Every word, every movement, every glance was designed to ensnare, to test, to claim. The question wasn’t whether it was dangerous—it was whether I could turn it against him. I thought of the maid’s warning, of Matteo’s sharp eyes flicking toward me at dinner, of the guards who shifted uneasily every time I dared to speak out of line. Dante had them all bound in loyalty, yes, but men like that were loyal to one thing above all else: survival. If I could find just one weak link, one man who valued his own skin more than Dante’s wrath, maybe I could slip through the cracks he swore didn’t exist. Maybe.

Their goals aligned perfectly. But Sera had made one thing clear from the start: this was her revenge, her plan, her timeline. She wasn't working for Dante. She was working with him. She would provide intelligence, create the opening, ensure Kael was vulnerable. And when the time came, the Shadow Wolves would attack during the mating ceremony itself-when the estate would be full of guests, when security would be focused on celebration rather than defense, when Kael would be at his most exposed.

Johnny was already drenched in sweat, but he couldn't find a single excuse. But then, right at that moment… "Everyone, look at this!" A woman wearing fashionable clothing dashed in with a phone pointed straight at me. "See that? This woman's a witch who brought my friend here to be cremated, without letting his mother see him one last time!" Ah, the woman of the hour was here. Lorraine actually had a large number of followers online because of the videos she posted of special effects makeup, so I wasn't surprised that she came here while streaming.

We were supposed to be friends… Nothing more. “What is your next move, now that you have her back?” Eden asked. “I’m going to avenge her. Those people who hurt her… they won’t go unpunished.” Damon’s response came low and cold, filled with vengeance. “It’s a pity her father is already dead, I would’ve made his life ten times worse. But the rest of them will pay.” he said, his voice dark with promise. “How will you do that? They’re under your rule.” Eden asked.