Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

They only saw Fane waving his hand, felt pain on their heads, and their eyes blacked out before they fell down. A dozen silver needles actually killed more than thirty people in a short moment. These people stood behind each other. Hence, each of Fane’s silver needles directly pierced through their heads. Some of the needles directly killed three in a row. After that, it flew into a tree not far away, piercing more than halfway through. It could be seen that Fane’s flying silver needles move had already been trained to a terrifying level. “What’s going on?” Sceptre Face was stunned. He had no idea how Fane took action as they were even further away. He could only see Fane waving his hand and

The edges of his vision tunneled into a shrinking circle of light. The last thing he saw, through the blur, was the second hitman stumbling to his feet, blood pouring from his broken nose, retrieving the syringe from the floor. The needle glinted, a tiny, deadly star. The last thing he heard was the muffled sound of a struggle outside the door…his guards…and a hissed, grim command from the man with the needle "Do it. Now. Pretty boy... Vance sends her regards." Then, the world didn't just fade but also shatters too.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Inside the pouch was a set of silver needles. After performing the treatment on Sasha, he realized the needles were great, especially for saving and killing people, so he got a better set from Dr. Wright. The Ghastly Thirteen Needles could save lives. Kaze quickly used them on Patrick, stopping his condition from worsening. The needles could only keep him alive, a merciful act from Kaze considering what Patrick had done in the past. It was impossible for Kaze to spend all his energy to save Patrick. Moreover, he had to deal with the impending danger.

"Prep our tactical interceptor chopper on the helipad. Assemble our primary strike squad and full cold-weather combat gear. We are going to The Needle." "Understood, sir! Squad is arming now!" Marcus barked. Elena reached down, pulling her sleek 9mm pistol from her tactical thigh holster, checking the chamber with smooth, efficient familiarity. She looked up at her husband, her black and white diamond rings flashing under the amber alert lights. "Let's go see who thinks they can invade our kingdom, Mr. Vance," she said, her voice ringing clear, regal, and absolute. Twenty Minutes Later – Relay Tower Four ("The Needle").

He had broken ribs, maybe worse, but he moved with a terrifying, unstoppable momentum. "He won't let you touch me, Victor," I said, a dark, fierce satisfaction cutting through the drug-induced haze in my blood. "Operative Vance is an irrelevance," Sterling snapped, turning back to me with cold efficiency. "He is a relic of an old war, fighting for a world that won't exist in ten minutes." He lunged forward, driving the silver needle straight into the glowing scar on my collarbone! A white-hot wave of agony shot through my nervous system. I screamed, my head snapping back against the steel chair as the fiber-optic cable flared with a blinding gold light.

After the whooshing sound, one after another silver needle tore through the air and flew out. These needles continually pierced the security guards' thighs and arms and caused them to become disabled. They were all lying on the ground, screaming in pain. Ten brawny security guards were finished off in less than 10 seconds. "This ......" The crowd looked in the direction of where the silver needles were flying out. They saw Thomas was holding a box in his hand. It was filled with sharp silver needles, which Thomas had just used to neutralize the security guards.

"You know something. And until I get what that something is, this dungeon is your entire goddamn world.” I stood and tossed the plier back into the box with a loud clatter. “Raven. Get me the needles.” Luciano’s body jerked. “Needles?” he repeated, breath catching in his throat. Raven silently handed me a small steel case. I opened it slowly, letting Luciano hear the metallic click of the latch. Inside, dozens of long, glinting surgical needles lay in neat rows. “I’ll start with your fingertips,” I said. “Nerves are more sensitive there. Each one feels like fire. I know because I’ve used them on people who begged to die after the second one.”

“Your time is a luxury you no longer have. Be specific.” I stepped closer, the silver needle and a small vial glinting in my hand. “If you had any love for yourself, you would have the courage to be disloyal to your so-called allies.” Malcolm glanced at the vial. “A neuro-inhibitor. It would certainly make a death by electrocution a far more numb affair.” “Look around you,” I sneered, pressing the needle's point against the pulsing vein in her neck. “You stand by your comrades, yet not a single one of them is here to stand by you.”

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***