Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

The knife gleamed under the light. The third twin stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his neck. Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the girls. The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. Vincent and Victor were his brothers. Both were dead. Now he would finish what they started. Luca asked what they started. Vance said protecting the family. Derek had hired Victor to protect Nova. Victor had done his job. Vincent had wanted revenge. Vance wanted peace.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

This disadvantage was covered by the Blue Silver Emperor's Core. Taking a deep breath, Chen waved his hand. The five needles pierced into the vortex of energy. When the first four needles pierced the vortex and disappeared, Chen didn't feel pain. Instead, he felt a refreshing current of mental energy being refined from his reserves of spirit energy and then connecting all the four points.

I dressed myself slowly, I slid a slim blade beneath the folds of fabric, pressing it against my thigh as my last resort. But my true weapon was one ring I had stole from Perrone, coated with a poison no healer could trace. Just the faintest scratch, and blood would turn against the body within minutes. No chance of survival. My fangs were forbidden, they would burn the palace down searching for the culprit if any mark of a werewolf is seen. The ring was the only way. I slipped it onto my finger. “Mother.. Father.. be with me,” I whispered. The guards arrived moments later. Two of them flanked me, their armor scraping, the metallic clink echoing down the stone corridors.

Sofia. Vengeance had a taste. It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death. I could feel it on my tongue as I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city bleeding light into the darkness. Neon signs flickered against the glass, a kaleidoscope of color that felt too bright, too alive for what we had just done. I could still feel Vaschenko’s blood drying on my skin. Still feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the kick of the recoil, the way his body had spasmed before he stilled.

But using it, he was forced to kill Brawen to silence. Watching the little girl fight the pain to help him, he slowly took out a small knife from his pocket. Now he can kill her, just a knife through the heart and then burn the body to end. That was too easy for you. While he was still pondering, a sight brought him to his senses. The three E-rank Vampires all fell down and died on the spot. He was not mistaken, Brawen froze the blood into small needles, and then used them to shoot at the 3 vampires, the needle just stuck in them fell dead.

Moments later, he noticed the two disciples take out a set of silver needles. The needles were a faint green, exuding a chilling gleam and a faint, peculiar fragrance. "Poisoned needles!" Chase's expression changed. These needles were a specialized weapon, designed to deal with true masters of martial arts. Coated in potent toxins, they could instantly reduce a person to a puddle of flesh and blood upon contact. "Could these two be here for me?" Frowning, Chase observed the young disciples intently. Before long, they inserted one of the silver needles into the corpse's chest and then pulled it out.

Nessa dashes for Efa, throwing her body of top of her pup. I’m close. So close. My fingers wrap around the needles, one in each hand, and I whirl, setting my sights on the enemy. He still has his back to me. I’m small. Weak. Not a threat. Aim for his throat. I break into a sprint, and when I’m just close enough, I leap, my wolf powering my legs, and I drive a needle into the place where his shoulder meets his neck, sinking it all the way to the acorn carved on the top.