Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

My sentence was cut off when he slammed his gun down on my face. "Bitch you talk too much!" A deep grumpy voice yelled at me. I clutched my bloody nose and winced in pain when I saw my fingers coated with blood. I also tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. "What-" I tried to say again but I felt a sharp point of a needle on my neck before I could process what's happening. Black dots started dancing in front of my eyes and then darkness enveloped me. I didn't realize, that was gonna be the last day in my life that I would ever be normal again or go back to my old self.

Ethan felt his ribs strain, his vision blurring. But the System whispered calmly in his ear: [Counter pattern identified. Weak point: left side ribcage, beneath armor seam.] Ethan seized the knife, twisting his body. With a roar, he drove the blade into Vance’s side, burying it deep beneath the armor seam. Vance’s eyes widened, shock flickering across his scarred face. He staggered back, gasping. Ethan rose, panting heavily, and delivered the final shot point-blank to the mercenary’s chest.

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.

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

The narrow needle gleamed quietly, a weapon designed to channel Void magic directly into a magician's heart to cause instant, unhealable cardiac arrest. She turned her head slightly, looking at Malakor’s sleeping face. He looked peaceful, his dark brow unfurrowed, his mouth slightly parted, his guard completely dropped for the first time in his life. He was entirely at her mercy. A single, swift thrust into his chest would end it all. Vespera stared at the needle, her dark eyes filling with a profound, bitter sorrow. She remembered her father’s face as House Vance burned. She remembered the vow she had sworn over the ashes.

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

9 minutes. I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me. I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes a flurry of hooks. Left, right, left. I block most, my forearms taking the brunt of the impact, but a sharp blow finds my temple. The world tilts, my legs turning into water for a split second.

This is vengeance. I want to be sick. The dagger remains poised above my head, the sirens are wailing my mind is torn in two. All the embarrassment at being fooled by Tange. The shame at Vez being here the whole time with me not realising. I promised Zeke vengeance, that the death of his brother would not go unpunished. Every road, every sign and feeling in my chest is pointing towards me plunging the blade downwards and claiming my glorious victory. I inhale deeply.

While the Thirteen Forsaken were the facades of the family, each possessed combat strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Theoros flipped both of his hands, and about ten silver needles appeared within his palms. Then, he shot those silver needles out of his hands. Those needles rained down like a thunderstorm toward a large number of the Yorke family fighters. Those silver needles shot out as fast as bullets and were all-pervasive. One of the needles even went as far as penetrating the forehead of a Yorke family fighter and shooting out of the back of his head. Meanwhile, Birch also drew out a long knife that was reflecting a cold light from the car. With each slash she made, an

His fingers dug into my skin, forcing the needle toward me. “No!” I screamed. I screamed. My hand reached blindly—Malva’s charm. Around my neck. My fingers brushed it. Heat surged through me. Fire. Rage. Power. I shoved him with both hands. He lost his balance. I straddled him again. My knee on his chest. He roared. “You bitch! You think you can” I didn’t wait. I shoved the needle straight into his chest. He froze. I pressed the plunger. Poison poured into his heart.