Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

Each of them had pursued their own selfish desires, yet all they ended up with was nothing. I confronted my mother one last time, asking how it felt to dote on a daughter who was nothing more than evidence of her husband's infidelity. If only she had treated me with kindness, I might have cared for her in her old age. But greed and selfishness clouded her judgment, leaving her to reap the bitter fruits of her actions. After the law served justice for their crimes, I exacted revenge for the pain they had inflicted on me in my past life. It took twenty years to complete this vendetta, but now, my future was bright and unburdened.

“I wouldn't put it as if she was negligent when it all happened intentionally. She had been banging him behind your back for the longest time. While you were hoping to make the wedding night a special one for her, she was busy banging the subordinate of your brothers.'' Brandon gulped down the entire glass in one go and so did Carl. Brandon pours them a second glass, but Cassandra says no words. She could tell the men could not ease their minds without consuming something strong. “She swapped my bullets with fake ones. I did not want to believe it at first but my men have me in mind before themselves. While other gangs rise and fall as fast as they rise, my brother and I have kept a strong t

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

Intricate tribal tattoos swirled across his chest and down his arms, telling the story of a thousand battles. ‎ ‎In his right hand, he dragged a massive, curved blade, a falchion made of dull, dark iron. It carved a trench in the gravel as he walked. ‎ ‎The Butcher. ‎ ‎Vance was standing between the stranger and the car, his gun raised. But Vance was trembling so hard the weapon shook. ‎ ‎"Stop!" Vance screamed, his voice cracking. "This is a Bloodmoon transport! You are violating the—" ‎ ‎He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

“Then we make them regret underestimating us.” He reached for her hand, entwining fingers. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Every plan, every strategy, every calculation he had spent years constructing now collided with the unpredictable strength of the woman who refused to be leverage. The darkness remained around them, oppressive, immediate. Every heartbeat carried tension, every shadow suggested a threat. And somewhere below, chaos had already begun. Lucien allowed himself a moment, brief and sharp, to understand what was true. Revenge had never been this complicated. Survival had never felt so fragile. And love had never been this weaponized.

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements