Final Fantasy 7 Vincent Limit Breaks Novels & Stories

“I know the boundaries. I control the space. I—” Vincent cut him off with a sharp shake of his head. “No. You don’t. Not anymore. This isn’t control. This is obsession. And you—” he paused, voice dropping to a dangerous low—“you’re dragging someone into it who can’t fight back. Not fully. Not yet. And if they find out…”

His claws slashed upward, cutting through its chest as black smoke poured out, filling the chamber with anguished screams. The shadow-figure staggered back but still wore a smile resembling Camela’s face. “Do you think that makes her safe? She’ll never forgive you for this.” Vincent's eyes blazed gold once more while he drove his claws through its throat and responded, “She’ll forgive me because she will still be alive.” He tightened his grip on the shadow-figure and pulled it away from her. “You wanted my strength? Here it is,” he said. With a powerful motion, he tore upward, splitting the shadow-figure in half. It shrieked and burst apart into black ash that rained down across the chamber.

He had been in the worst scenarios: another cell, another escape. He just needed to find the weakness. Vincent retreated to the farthest wall before running towards the door. He might be a demon wolf, but he wasn’t as immune as Mira. Vincent’s demon wolf was yet to manifest itself even it had been years. The cell bars burnt his skin, causing him to retreat and blew on the burnt wound on his arm.

My fists were clenched, my resolve unyielding as I aimed to deliver a blow that would finally put an end to his reign of terror. But my attempt was thwarted by Santana's spell, an unseen force holding me back. Frustration surged within me, my anger boiling over at every obstacle that stood between me and ending this nightmare. The realization that they held the upper hand in this battle only intensified my anger, fueling my desire to break free. Vincent's voice cut through the chaos, his tone a chilling blend of amusement and authority. "Impressive, isn't she?" he remarked, a sinister smile curving his lips. "You see, Lin, you never stood a chance."

Khali reacted Vincent immediately drew his lip closer to Khali's. Vincent held both her hands above her head. She already got scared. Using her hand, Khali hacked into Vincent's finger, holding both her hands. She then forcibly dislocated the bone with his finger. In shock, Vincent released his grip on her. He stood up as well. "Shit, did you break my finger?" asked Vincent, holding a hand where Khali broke his finger. "I told you, don't try anything to me because I'll break your bones." She said angrily

(ARIA'S P. O. V.) As he is about to pull the trigger at me, someone lunges on him from the side, with a flying kick. I'm frozen for a second, trying to recover from the shock of nearly being shot. Finally, as my ability to move again is restored, I turned my attention to the floor. Tristan and Gerrald the psycho beta struggle on the floor for a while, before the both of them are able to get up once more. They waste no time, and instantly started exchanging blows, until I feel like I'm watching a Chinese martial arts movie. They continued fighting, until suddenly, Tristan pours two full vials of acid on Crystal's father. Shocked, I checked my pockets to see if those were the remaining two, an

Sebastian's face was ashen, but he did not dare argue back, only trying to placate her in low, submissive tones. "Viv, calm down. The doctor said you can't get too emotional right now. It's bad for the baby." "I want that coat, and you're going to buy it for me right now!" "Viv, I'll buy it for you next time, okay? We’ve already used up this month's allowance." Sebastian carefully helped Vivian sit down. "It's because you're useless! You're still just a captain after all this time. You didn't give the money to my sister, did you?"

“They want what I would become if I surrendered.” The current slammed us hard against the intake barrier, metal rattling beneath the force, and hands reached down immediately, gloved, efficient, hauling us upward with brutal coordination, separating water from skin, night from light, freedom from containment, and Kenneth reacted instantly, twisting his body to shield mine, taking blows meant to disorient, meant to weaken, his arms still wrapped around me even as commands were shouted and weapons pressed close. “Easy,” a voice ordered sharply. “Alive and intact.”

"Someday in one way or another, I will get my revenge on you. Remember that and remember me. I will be back and then you will be sorry for ever crossing my path." He banged his hand beside me, turned around, and left. I huffed out a breath and sat on the stool close to me. I try as much not to put any meaning to his threat but I don't have just myself to think about. I try as much as possible not to make enemies but it's inevitable. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes begging the universe for strength to finish the day. "Cici, Cici," Aden called me out anxiously.

“I see how you will brag about your borrowed magic after war’s end, Evangeline. You are a leech, feasting on other’s powers to hide your weakness. Even in my weakened state, I have enough power to destroy your dream land. Say goodbye to the world, leech!” Vincent was clueless, but she understood my plan, bombarding me with fiery daggers. Her voice came out as a horrified screech in response. “No, I won! I always win. You can’t defeat me, mutt!”