Novel & Cerita Shadow Of Vengeance

Malik whipped around, using that hesitation to his advantage by sinking his teeth into the joint of one wing, tearing it clear off Santos's torso and spitting it at his feet, reveling in the blood that spurted from the dhampirs gaping wound. Santos screamed in pain and anger, clamping down on his wound with his opposite hand as profanities flew from his mouth, his vision going blurry with blood loss. Malik took that moment to phase back at Shadow's request, letting his human have his turn at vengeance. Sweat poured off Shadow's muscular frame as the two adversaries glared at each other. The scratches on Shadow's ribcage were superficial, burning from the vampire venom but failing to enter hi

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

The words she had spoken in the penthouse still echoed in the dark chambers of my mind. It was a brilliant story. It fit every single parameter of the grid. But as my fingers trailed lower, brushing the smooth skin of her hip where the blade’s strap usually rested, my jaw clenched. Arthur Vance had been a high-level corporate shadow broker, yes, but he had been a coward at heart. He relied on mercenaries. He relied on operational layers. He didn't possess the sheer, cold-blooded physical ruthlessness required to execute the Valenti family sweep five years ago. Whoever had wielded that dark titanium willow-leaf dagger hadn't been a defensive student protecting a ledger. They had been the pred

For the first time in years my pulse flutters wildly beneath my skin, and the confidence I always wear like armor cracks down the middle. “No, fuck, please don't, don't do this to me lex, stay with me!” She isn't moving, and her bleeding isn't stopping. The figure shifting from distance catches my attention quickly and I pick my gun from the side, grinding my teeth hard, shooting right at the back of his head. He deserves worse, but Alexa not dying is my priority. The slight shift in my arms doesn't let me watch as he falls to his death. “Ethan?” “I’m here, I’m here, stay awake with me hmm, the ambulance is on their way.”

"Moonbound... pay attention. This is something we all have to deal with together. We now have the Silver Heart and the fortune. Trust each other, use them, and keep your heart steady. The shadow lunged at us with all its might, and the sparks around us were hit by liquid darkness. Sparks of red, silver, black, and fiery light exploded all around me as I charged forward with Silver Heart. Any pulse from Kael, Thorne, or Draven mixed with mine, making a massive wave of energy that was in sync. The shadow hissed, "You...can't protect them all." Its eyes showed pieces of our old enemies, our doubts, and our fears. "Being in charge of your inheritance won't protect you from what's coming."

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.

Iconic. Bukky ducked behind a forklift and returned fire, barking curses in Spanish as he clipped two more. “Cover right!” The Shadow King yelled, diving low. The fight was brutal, quick, but the Shadows were built for this. Shadows don’t blink. They don’t panic. And then, like thunder rolling in, their secret roared to life. Antonioni signaled. A whistling whine pierced the air thickly. From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends.

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----

The Gilded Cage Three Months Ago The city lights of the capital blurred into long, neon ribbons of gold and violet against the rain-flecked window of the armored sedan. Lucien Varkas stared at his own reflection in the glass—a man who looked every bit the Alpha of the LV Pack Hunters, yet felt like a ghost haunting his own life. The silence in the car was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against his lungs. He was counting the street lamps, imagining each one was a mile marker leading him away from this life, away from the Cross dynasty, away from the scent of the woman sitting beside him.

Thorne's POV “Did you make sure every one of them is dead?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade. Silas, my Beta nodded. “Yes, Alpha Thorne. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single rogue is left breathing.” As much I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. I needed to cross check myself. So I started walking towards the forest. I’ve learned—never take anyone’s word as truth. In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed.