Mask Of Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE RED SHADOW. My own painted likeness stared back at me a second time, rendered in even greater detail than the sketch before it the mask, the posture, a small crescent scar along my jaw that only appeared during missions, when I forgot to conceal it beneath careful cosmetics. Whoever had commissioned this had seen me work. Not once, but enough times to catalogue every detail that mattered. Beneath the portrait, a bounty amount was listed, staggeringly large, followed by two words that made my blood run cold.

She grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it viciously toward my head. Bang! Blood immediately began pouring down my face. "Such a tiny favor, and you keep bringing it up again and again? If I hadn’t been earning money to support you all these years, a useless piece of trash like you would’ve ended up begging on the streets long ago. "Eighteen knife wounds in exchange for wealth and luxury. You didn’t lose out on that deal at all!" The contempt growing in Aurora’s eyes completely chilled my heart. I wiped the blood from my face and let out a cold laugh.

Before I left, I looked straight into her eyes and said, word by word, "I was the person in the photo. I won the lottery. $30 million. Kellan didn’t lie." Her previously lifeless gaze snapped into focus. She stared at me as if she wanted to devour me whole. "Zara Nightfall! You won’t die a natural death! I’ll kill you! You will go to hell!" I smiled at her. "No. You're the one who will go to hell. As for me, I’ll live comfortably for the rest of my life." I watched her grind her teeth in fury as I slowly walked out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and my future was wide open.

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

she answered, heaving off a heavy breath. "Oh you don't," a sharp scoff escaped my lips as I asked. "I swear, my lady. I don't know. She was all covered up," she started. "She wore a huge black dress, some kind of headdress, and a mask that covered her face. She came into my room, and threatened me with a knife. I swear." She dropped to her knees, her hands raised to the sky to attest to her sincerity. She broke down in tears, crying profusely.

The Gilded Cage Three Months Ago The city lights of the capital blurred into long, neon ribbons of gold and violet against the rain-flecked window of the armored sedan. Lucien Varkas stared at his own reflection in the glass—a man who looked every bit the Alpha of the LV Pack Hunters, yet felt like a ghost haunting his own life. The silence in the car was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against his lungs. He was counting the street lamps, imagining each one was a mile marker leading him away from this life, away from the Cross dynasty, away from the scent of the woman sitting beside him.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Unexpectedly, all their attacks were just ineffective against me. Their arrows and swords kept breaking once they came in contact with my body while I only had to touch them to make them scream in agony, leaving a deep burn on them. "You got out? That's incredible!" Alpha Jake's voice sang and I quickly turned around to face him. "I wasted a lot of time and resources before I could make that mask happen. Kudos to you for breaking it within minutes. Regardless, you will still die today." I rushed at him and held his shoulders while staring into his face waiting for him to scream in pain once my hands had started burning him.

It may not be able to heal him, but it can prevent him from dying. Suddenly, a thought occured to me. If I left him now and let go of his hands, the poisoned blade will kill him instantly and I will have my revenge. I will destroy my father and move in to use my awakened powers to destroy the Moon Pack kingdom. I truly had no desire to rule it anyway. I just wanted my vengeance and vengeance was at my fingertips now. Do I give in to my instincts and get rid of everything or do I show him the compassion and mercy that his family never showed my mother? ………

Such a pretty face. Her vivid green eyes snapping with fury. Under arching red brows which tapered to a small, upturned nose. Everything about her is petite. Disseus' eyes roved her in wonder. Recognizing the delicate but well-honed body. The body of a woman as apt to carry a bucket of water as wield a dagger. *** "I'm Nim Pifh." The woman declared. Shooting Disseus a meaningful look as she added. "The Huntress." "Huntress..." Disseus murmured the words nearly reverently. His voice echoing with power in such a way that everyone in the tavern who hadn't yet noticed the odd little trio now silenced and turned.