Needles Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

“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.”

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

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.

They are planning to kill the people in the whole city and burn them. I could hear the fear, screams and the cry of the people, and I couldn't do anything but wait. Once I finally saw them clearly, I found out that there's 3 guys firing. I need to target them first. I immediately took the arrow and bow from one of the stores and aimed at my targets. I took 3 arrows at a time, I need to unleash their weapons first. I pointed and targeted them, and when the time was right I let the arrows go. I sighed a sigh of relief when I saw them fall on the ground, I took more arrows and aimed for those who's trying to continue firing.

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.

Instead, he reached toward the servant's torn shirt, pulling the fabric aside gently to reveal something carved into the skin of his chest, deliberate and precise, clearly done after death rather than during the struggle that had killed him. A symbol. Curved lines intersecting at sharp angles, forming a shape that looked almost like a blooming flower if flowers could carry menace in their petals. I froze. I know that symbol. My mind lurched backward through twelve years of memory, past training grounds and safehouses and every careful lesson I'd absorbed since I was old enough to hold a blade, all the way back to a night I'd spent most of my life trying to forget. The dagger. The one that ha

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.

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.