Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Her fingers paused before reaching deeper into the pouch, drawing out three needles far finer than the rest, each faintly glowing. They were as thin as strands of hair yet as tough as steel. Their tips were rounded but sharp, surrounded by a faint shimmer. She rarely used these needles, but the situation demanded it. Only by using all three could she hope to turn the tide. One needle would soothe the spirit, two would steady the soul, and three would restore awareness. Together, they could revive the dying, mend flesh and bone, dispel evil energies, and awaken spirits lost in deep slumber. Aria held the needle three inches above Lorenzo's head, her firm grip. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

When we finally arrived at the parking lot, where his black SUV was parked, he helped the nurse carry me into the backseat of the car and put the folded wheelchair in the trunk. He thanked the nurse and pulled out of the parking lot and out of the hospital. For some inexplicable reason, my heartbeat fluctuated — without a doubt, I knew my life was going to take a massive change. I knew my quest for vengeance wouldn't be an easy one. I had to be strong and focused. I constantly had to remind myself not to get swayed no matter what happened. I would rather die than get distracted. Throughout the ride, we did not speak to each other. Sergio Fernandez's gaze was focused on the road. Right at tha

Chapter 28 Kira's POV "Good morning baby," Chad said coming closer to me but I disappointed him by moving away. He can't just touch me just the way he likes. I freaking hate him so much but I needed to get my revenge. To avenge what they did to me in the past life. Both him and Sophie, that level bitch who camouflaged herself as a good person. She stabbed me right behind and me being a fool then believed every single lie she told not knowing she was fucking with my fiancé then.

Like they belonged. My head throbbed. My vision flickered, blurred at the edges. And beneath it all, one thing remained: clear, sharp, and undeniable. Blood. I wanted it. I craved it. Not calmly. Not rationally. Violently. Vengeance followed, hot, relentless, and unforgiving. I couldn’t tell, didn’t care, who stood before me. Friend or enemy, it didn’t matter. They were all the same in that moment. All obstacles. All targets. “Rayna!”

Many thought the same as well because not everyone had seen such rare treasures in their lives. Even the old lady who was a traditional doctor had only heard of the rumors, she had never seen the true appearance of the needles. “Hmph, you’re just a young brat! What do you know?” Darven shot Georgie a contemptuous glare. “I’ll let you normies see just how powerful this set of bone needles are then!” He took one of the bone needles and gently punctured the glass coffee table next to him. The almost transparent needle directly pierced into the glass surface with engravings, it was as simple as piercing into a piece of paper.

“Come out!” Kiran York shouted, spreading his fingers and aiming his palm at Macy Wendell's head. “Don’t kill my mom!” Sofia Carter screamed in terror, crying out loud. Lindsay Ludwig quickly pulled Sofia back, preventing her from rushing forward. Chi Gang, controlling Macy's body, showed no fear and instead moved toward Kiran’s palm. Kiran’s eyes flashed coldly. Just as his palm was about to touch Macy’s head, silver needles suddenly shot out from his hand. With a series of thuds, nine silver needles embedded themselves in Macy’s body.

Ether's Thirteen Needles could get rid of the rotten aura. Indeed, after Frederick pulled out the needles, Lennon's body felt much more at ease. However, Frederick didn’t stop there. "This is 72 Imperial Needles of Fate!" someone else exclaimed. The 72 Imperial Needles of Fate was the most powerful needle technique in the traditional medicine community.

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

Look at me, Rhea, stay with me," Dominic pleaded, his voice breaking as he ripped a strip of cloth from his own shirt, pressing it firmly against her wound. Rhea winced, her face pale, but she forced her amber eyes to look up into his. "I... I told you... I wouldn't let you bleed alone," she whispered, a weak, breathless smile touching her lips despite the agonizing pain. Across the gravel, Vance watched his entire unit get systematically slaughtered and dismantled. Two Shadow Guards lunged at him, their hunting knives catching the dim light. Vance fired his mechanical pistol wildly, dropping one guard, but the second sliced a deep, ragged gash across his chest.