Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

Everything we need to destroy Mordaunt. Too convenient. Way too convenient. I'm reaching for my phone when I hear it. Click. The door locks behind me. Metal shutters slam down over the windows. Lights come on, bright and blinding. When my eyes adjust, I see them. Six vampires. Professional hunters, military gear. Surrounding me. And in the doorway, Mordaunt himself. "Valentina Corvino." He smiles. "Did you really think I'd leave evidence unguarded?" I drop into fighting stance. "This was a trap."

CHASE I blacked out for a moment but I revived quickly. My senses knew what would happen if we didn't get out of the shitty situation we found ourselves in. "It's a Wendigo!! It's a f*cking Wendigo!!" Damon screamed on top of his lunga line the mindlink.

“For we are drawn to death.” He turned back to the trembling man on his knees. Blood clung to the man's lip, sweat trailing from his temple while he shaked in fear like a chicken. Then Angelo spoke in a calm and deadly voice. “And right now…we are drawn to yours.” Silence filled the air, after which his voice rose, not loud, but filled with finality. “What is the reward for betrayal?” His gaze lingered on the traitor. A voice sliced through the silence, Aurelio's voice.

Old Lady Slade’s lips curled in disdain, Aurora’s eyes contained hatred, and Riven stood like a pillar of ice, his gaze burning through her as if she were a criminal on trial. .

Vengeance served on a platter of gold and bullets. And now he was coming. Because I called him. Because I wanted to win. Even if it cost me every piece of my soul. Hours Earlier – Don Raphael’s Estate He was slicing into a bloody steak when I arrived. Two guards flanked the doors. His wolves lay sprawled at the hearth. "Valentina," he drawled, not looking up. "The prodigal niece returns." "I need leverage," I said. His knife paused mid-cut. "So it's war then."

"And you still say you’re not a thief? A bracelet made of sapphires like this… Is that something a poor loser like you could afford?" Then he turned to Aurora with a spoiled tone. "Aurora, I like this bracelet. Will you give it to me?" Without even waiting for her answer, he slipped it onto his wrist. Seeing the only relic my mother left behind about to be tainted by this man, I rushed forward. "Let go! That’s something my mother left me. Give it back!" Amidst the struggle… Clink. The bracelet fell heavily to the floor and shattered instantly into several pieces.

The air thrummed with tension and barely contained excitement. Darius sat in the place of honor, his gray eyes unreadable as they tracked my approach. Beside him, Moira arranged various items on a small table herbs, crystals, things I didn't recognize but that made my skin crawl with instinctive unease. Agatha stood at the circle's edge, her hand resting on her sword hilt. When she saw me, her lips curved in a predatory smile that promised pain. "Welcome, Selene of Bloodfang," Moira called, her voice carrying easily across the grounds. "Are you prepared to prove your innocence before the pack?"

"Ryan... my father... he is the head of the Moretti crime syndicate... if you don't stop this... he will destroy you..." Hearing this, Ryan let out a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed underwater. "The delusions are finally kicking in, huh? Let me educate you, Isabella. Don Vittorio Moretti is a billionaire mafia kingpin who could erase anyone in this city with a single phone call. I’m the only attorney in my firm who even has clearance to touch his legal files. You just happen to share a last name because you got lucky." He leaned closer to the water's edge, his smile venomous. "Wake up. If you were actually the daughter of the Don, I’d cut my own head off and let you kick it like a soccer ba

Nicole "And this is your private romantic suite. Everything has been prepared according to what Mr Cameron Sinclair had requested. I hope it suits your taste." Sierra announced as soon as she opened the door to our suite. Three words: Oh. My. God. "Cameron really requested all this?" Shane asked sierra who nods enthusiastically. I walked in and slowly looked around, taking in the crimson wallpapers and the golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling. There was a huge flat screen TV hanging on the side of the wall and right in front of it, were two big leather couches.

"In the darkest hours of the night, when you least expect it, my presence will seep into your consciousness like a vile contagion. The specter of your wrongdoing will become a malevolent poltergeist, tearing at the fragile threads of your sanity." The room became a chamber of horrors, a stage set for a grotesque play of vengeance. Shadows danced upon the walls, whispering their secrets of torment and despair. The air turned fetid, tinged with the stench of impending doom, as my threat enveloped the very essence of Leo's being, clawing its way into the recesses of his mind.