Making Fiends Vendetta Novels & Stories

Marcus was pressed back against a boulder, fighting three opponents with grim determination. And through it all, I heard Kael's voice echoing from somewhere in the melee. "Find her! Bring me Selene alive!" Of course. This entire elaborate trap hadn't been designed to destroy Nightshade's strike force though that would be a welcome bonus. It had been crafted specifically to recapture me. A Bloodfang warrior burst from the undergrowth directly in front of me, his sword already descending in a killing arc. I threw myself sideways, rolling across the forest floor as the blade carved through empty air.

she said, voice low and dangerous, “you can’t have it. Not yet. Since I’m still planning to kill you.” Finn’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. “Want to make a deal?” he asked, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her close. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her belly, his intoxicating scent filling her senses, setting her heat and desire ablaze. “A deal with the devil sounds tempting if…” he paused, glancing down at his harness and back up at his eyes, “I get your life.” He tilted her chin, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touched. “You can’t kill a devil, baby girl,” he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing.

“It’s great then.” They were still chatting and going through their lockers when Freda ran up to them; making then jolt up, startled. Freda was a neighbor who lived few blocks away from the Rocksons. They stared with wide eyes at Freda who was trying hard to catch on her breath. “You startled us Freda.” Titi exuded. “Sorry.” she hastily answered, panting. “You...you guys should hurry to the canteen. Phidelia is picking up a fight with Tina.” she announced with heavy breathe.

After what she had seen the night before, it was with relief that she saw Jax came to her, early in the morning, frightened, it took her some time to calm it down and grab it when she succeeded she rode it and kept a jog, not wanting to know how competitive Edwin felt about showing that vampires were better than werewolves, but she had slept badly after the sighting of the creatures last night and all that entailed. Night Soldiers were creatures conjured by a powerful human-made spell, their only function was to hunt the mystics, whether they were Vampires or Werewolves, although they did not see well they had excellent qualities in other senses, had the smell of vampires, and the hearing of

"It would do you much good to keep it in the back of your head I still have it. One wrong move and I'd put you down" "There's no need for that, I would not be following you in" "Oh, you are" "I won't accompany you to confront him, he would know I told you stuff I shouldn't have. that's my funeral" "If you don't your funeral will be now." "I'd take my chances with you. You won't kill everything I hold dear, he would" "He is that ruthless?" I asked, still unable to believe all he told me about my bestfriend. "More than you can ever fathom. He is a Devil's advocate"

Vincent said. My heart raced as I frantically scanned the ground for a weapon. My gaze locked onto the shovel, gleaming in the moonlight next to the open grave. Without thinking, I lunged forward and grabbed it. I sprang to my feet and swung the shovel with all my might at Vincent's side. He let out a startled yelp as he stumbled backward, dropping his gun.

He snarls as a reminder. Fiona flusters her eyes leaning her back on the chair as her head aches, how would she uphold herself before her peers. Rumors must have reached most parts of wolverine society that she was thrown out of her daughter-in-law's pack. Initially, cahir had wanted his people over there to plot a ploy that would make visenna realize that evander wasn't worst being the rightful partner for the merger. Unfortunately, that plan of his didn't even actualize because they were disposes and embarrassed.

She commented. "I'm fine, Giselle. I just feel like running away from this whole problem I've got myself into," I stated and she patted my back, understanding flickering in her eyes. "Is it about your Vendetta?" I nodded and folded my arms. "I'm falling for the man I thought I could kill and uncle Lorenzo can't take it. He feels like I'm betraying him and he doesn't even want to talk to me." I paused, sniffed then continued. "He's always got my back since I was a child but now that Erizo is back, I guess I've been pushed to the corner."

Suddenly, Diane came out, holding the sword of Inueh, it's the Suibian. "The rat is here." The Alpha of Blood Moon pack smirked at her. "And I will pester you, Dimian." Diane replied to him. I could feel her raging emotions at this moment, I bit my lips. Are we enough to fight this monster in front of us right now? We are out of strength, but still I know to myself that I can fight. I promised not only to myself but to the others who lost their lives that I will fight until the end.

“Seriously, what is with the names you champions pick for weapons?” “Oh, it’s more than just a catchy nickname, my dear,” Soundhound confided as he sauntered to Eliza. “Do you know what I was like before I found my artifact?” “Let me guess. An amateur guitar player for a second-rate British rock band?” she snapped. “Hilarious, but no. The first human to touch Vendetta was a drug lord and he raised me. Not as his son, but as his “personal” hitman. He exploited my power to kill off his competition then routinely abused me to keep me in line.”