Shadow Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

Chomping once and letting him fall, limp. The body rushed through the leaves of the tree canopy. A shadow in a beam of sunlight that crashed to the ground. Pouring blood from his stomach and head. The others hissed through their teeth. Even Nim found herself startled. She had only glimpsed this form in shadows and only in the dead of night. She’d never had a clear look at him. And never witnessed the sheer violence against his own kind. Them attacking him, and vice versa. “All of you! Up!” Nierwae barked. “Get him.”

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

“One more move. One more misstep. And he’s mine.” The flames of vengeance never faded. They simply waited to be fed. And tonight, I was ready to burn the world.

he yelled, parrying with a thread of golden light. The knife shattered against the Crown, but the echo of Saint’s voice lingered in Riven’s mind. You always leave. Then Vex appeared, eyes burning with betrayal, cloaked in the Serpents’ sigil. His shadow form moved faster than thought, mocking Riven’s every step. “You trust too much,” the shadow Vex hissed. “You always trust… and it kills everyone you love.” Riven’s chest tightened. Every lie, every betrayal he had suffered came crashing forward. He lashed out with Crown energy, threads wrapping around Vex, snapping and slicing through the void. But every blow met resistance—shadows dissolving and reforming endlessly.

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

She pointed it towards the pool of black strands of shadows dancing above her and blasts of light erupted from her fingertips, dispelling the darkness and clearing a path for Keagan to continue his assault. The villain, recognizing the shift in the tide, mustered all the remaining strength he had. He retaliated with a surge of shadow manipulation, attempting to regain control of the battle. Darkness swirled and twisted, wrapping around Keagan and Emberlyn, threatening to ensnare them once more.

The grand banqueting hall is a slaughterhouse of smoke, silver dust, and screaming wolves when we descend. Vance’s Eastern fighters and the Northern loyalists are pushing the Southern vanguard back toward the high tables, their mechanical crossbows firing a continuous stream of silver bolts. Alpha Vance stands on the middle of the dais, his bleeding face crudely bandaged, his velvet tunic splattered with the blood of my warriors as he directs the assault. Diana stands beside him, a triumphant, malicious smirk pulling at her pale lips as she watches the Southern lines buckle. "The Shadow is dead!" Vance shouts, his voice carrying over the din of the blades. "Secure the throne! The North belon