Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

He flicked some silver needles, and they went right through the thugs' necks like flashes of silver light. Before they could pull their guns out, their eyes widened, and they all fell onto the ground. They died with their eyes open. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Steven's eyes darkened when he saw Sebastian move. He rushed immediately toward Sebastian. Mateo had said that this woman must not die. His target was Sebastian. So, when he saw Sebastian move, he raised his dagger toward him. Sebastian frowned when he saw Steven dashing over. He threw three silver needles out immediately.

Diane's eyes were in rage at this moment, I clenched the knife in my hand tightly, it's not or never. "They are here!" The trumpet of the Dark Nights sworn over the quiet night. It gave me shivers hearing that creepy tune, and the footsteps coming towards us. "Ready?" Diane asked me despite her focus. "I was born ready." I told her, I would not think of anything but to win this battle. I would not let those people invade and make the innocent suffer, and I will never let those cruel beings win. Dark Nights gave us their first blow, they shoot arrows with fire. I frowned, it feels like dejavu to see this kind of attack.

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

I had waited, patient as stone, until the day I was strong enough to walk into the heart of my enemy's kingdom without trembling. Mom. Dad. I've come to avenge you. A determined smile crossed my lips, sharp and humorless. Nothing would stop me tonight — not even if it cost me my own life in the process. I had made peace with that a long time ago. My senses caught movement before I heard it — a shift in the air, the faint scent of leather and steel drifting on the breeze. I slipped behind a marble pillar carved with golden wolves mid-howl, ancient kings kneeling beneath them in tribute, and pressed my back to the cold stone. Footsteps. Voices. Getting closer, unhurried, easy — the walk of men

Celine POV The building looked exactly the same. Glass. Steel. My reflection walking toward it, small against all that height. I stopped at the entrance and made myself breathe. “I can do this,” I whispered. “For Aria.” The lobby was colder than I remembered. Marble floors, the click of my heels too loud in the silence. A security guard looked up from the front desk and froze when he saw my face. “Miss Russo?” I didn’t answer. I just kept walking. “Miss Russo, you can’t just—”

I stood up, tied the belt of my robe and headed back to the sub-level. Inside the room, Leo was still sound asleep, light snores leaving his slightly parted lips. I quietly headed to the bathroom and pulled off my robe. Standing in front of the mirror naked, I could see faint, purple bruises on my hips and finger like marks on my boobs. An absolute brand and reflection of Mr Vale’s possessiveness.

"Your throwing technique wastes half of your power mists. You’d have killed me if you just shut your eyes and prayed." The assassins stiffened. "Again!" the leader shouted. They attacked again while moving in perfect coordination. My vision blurred as they circled around me with silent steps. Their blades flashed with black flame and sliced through the air with sharp hisses. I raised a hand lazily and the moment I did, wet vines burst out of the ground. They twisted upward as serpents and their leaves shimmered with dew that kept gleaming faintly under the moonlight. The first blade struck a vine, and the sword broke into pieces.

I blink and jerk my head. I'd probably have a concussion. But whatever this man is about to say better be important. "He was murdered." "Yeah, no shit. It was a bullet wound." Even as I say the words, the pang of pain cuts sharp in my heart and I squeeze his collar even tighter. "We know who did it." With lightning speed, I pull my knife from my pocket with one hand and place it by the sliver of skin on his neck that the mask leaves open. I let the sharp knife graze his skin, drawing red in its wake.

I said, stepping in front of him. He lifted my chin gently, his eyes softening slightly. “You don’t get it, Aurora. They made you hurt me. They made you leave me. I was hollow for eight years because of them. And the ones responsible? They are still there. Still hurting others, still weaving the same darkness.” he said quietly. My chest tightened as he spoke, the intensity of his pain crashing me like a wave. He bled for me, waited. And now, he wanted vengeance in my name. He took my hand as we walked toward the hall.