Making Fiends Vendetta Novels & Stories

She gave me her sweetest smile before turning her attention to Vincent. “So you're the poor man given to this beast.” Vincent smiled awkwardly. “I guess so. The name's Vincent.” Vivienne extended her hand. “Vivienne. Business partner of Luciano and, unfortunately for him, his friend.” Vincent took her hand, his brows lifting. “Friend?” “Nice soirée you're hosting this time. Better than the last,” I said, poking at her. “Don't even dare.” She grabbed a drink from one of the passing waiters and downed it. “I don't want to remember that event.”

"Vendetta took my spear, my right hand is broken so I can't fight smoothly using my left hand." "What?!" ***....... While his men shoot at both of them, Vendetta crawls on the floor and finds the spear at the tree where he places it earlier. He wipes his blood coming from the nose before he stands up and gives a sign to his men to stop the shooting. A high tech weapon need to defeated with a high tech weapon too. He held the spear high and struck on the shield with a force. Gr Gr k k Grk! The spear cut through Zayne's shield.

The city was a tinderbox, its neon veins pulsing with the threat of violence. Fifth Street glittered with the false promise of safety, the Moretti-owned club—Velvet Thorn—a beacon of opulence amid the urban sprawl. Kai Castellano crouched on a rooftop across the street, his black tactical gear blending with the night, his icy blue eyes scanning the alley below. His team—Marsh, Rosa, and a dozen Castellano enforcers—waited in the shadows, guns ready, their breath visible in the chilly air. The Syndicate of Ash was coming, their planned hit on Moretti territory a bold move to escalate the war. Kai’s jaw tightened, his mind split between the mission and the woman leading the other half of it.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

, she tutted and landed a roundhouse kick, sending the big man crashing down and the crowd going crazy. Vendetta. A band of the world's most dangerous assassins, trained with different methods that they could kill with a gentle touch. People called it the Hell Hall fraternity for various reasons that have everything to do with their torture techniques. Not only the most skilled assassins but also the most skilled psychologists and just about every God damn profession.

Its front appeared like every conventional living apartment, but the interior was built like a labyrinthine lair with dimly lit corridors branched out like spider webs, leading to various rooms. As the trio ventured through a corridor, Krakens appeared from different corners of the building, attacking them with all they got—Guns, daggers, martial arts. . . name it. But Team Vendetta did not relent, fighting them back with equal energy. Eventually, they reached a sprawling lounge area of some sort with plush couches, a bar, and a large screen. Just then, a group of Krakens followed behind them, raining bullets at them. They took cover behind a counter and shot back at them at intervals.

I had just graduated summa cum laude from MIT, so I took the quickest flight back to New Orleans to celebrate with my family. I barged into my dad's office with a smile on my face, just to be met with an inconceivable scene, my dad's best friend, Robert Alonso, plunging his claws into my dad's throat. Blood spilled over from the severed veins, soaking his shirt. I watched in horror as he choked on his blood with shock still plastered on his face, and it all happened within a second. Fury darkened the edges of my vision, and my body acted on its own. I pounced on Mr.Robert and used my blade laced with wolfsbane to give a fatal cut across his stomach and legs.

"Ah, mercenary woman. Yes, you would inherit my fortune. You would also inherit the many problems that go with it. Including a cranky bodyguard that eats enough for a stable of horses and speaks broken English. You have my attention, now what is it? You wish to plea for Hudson's life?" She rolled off of him and sat cross-legged next to his lanky form on the bed. She shrugged. "Consider it the wedding gift you never got around to buying me. Now listen, Hudson is an excellent partner. He keeps his hands to himself and has from the moment he found out you were in the picture. I promise you Vlad, he's well aware of your reputation. He's also an ex-marine as well as a damn good shot. He won't let

The tearing in my chest grew more intense with every wave. After what felt like an eternity, the villa door opened again. Vanessa emerged alone. She had changed into a black dress and was holding the leashes of two enormous black dogs. They were war hounds, unique to the Red Fang pack, bred specifically for hunting and killing their enemies. Each one stood as tall as a grown male wolf. "Freya," Vanessa cooed. "Still here? You're so obedient. No wonder our Alpha just can't bring himself to truly hate you."

he mumbled as I came up close to him, “that was fast.” “Out with it,” I ground out, not ready to entertain any sly games. “What do you have?” He let out a wry chuckle, stroking his beard. He looked heinous AF. “How about this? You double the f*e, and I give you more juice.” “What?” I was still as patient as ever, tolerating his already overbearing attitude. “I can tell you who fired the shots, and who was behind them, for 30 million,” he made the double sign with his fingers, flashing a heinous grin.