V E Schwab Vicious Series Novels & Stories

"Elias was... occupied. He and Damien Blackwood have turned the corporate succession into a deeply chaotic, primitive bloodbath. They’re currently burning down their own perimeter keys in the dark just to see who can hold the other down the longest." Vance let out a dry, hacking laugh that turned into a wet cough. "The golden boy and the wolf of Wall Street. I told Victor back in 2017 that the Blackwood obsession would eventually turn into a physical infection if he didn't cauterize the line. He didn't listen. He thought metrics could contain raw instinct." "Metrics can't," Sophia agreed, stopping right at the edge of the pine desk. She leaned down slightly, the movement causing the faint, s

Austin deftly raised a quizzical brow at her then back to the laptop seated in front of him with the scene of a washroom door frozen at the screen – not sure of want Cizer wants to put across. “What's this about?” He question with his gaze fixed on the screen. “Just watch.” She hastily snapped in, clicking on the play button. Austin on the other just stayed putt– staring at the screen. After few seconds, the video started playing. Austin initially didn't know what was going on until he saw his daughter; followed by their cruel act. He instinctively jerked his gaze Cizer’s direction then back to the screen. “What’s this Cizer?” He queried, pointing at the screen while he allowed his gaze to r

She was used, abused and tortured by her captives until she lost her soul to darkness. Phoenix wasn't the type to feel remorseful after a deadly action. For the past three to four years, she had been a ruthless assassin with no soul. She was so ruthless that after completing a heinous assignment, she could sit down to a comfortable meal in a room filled with corpses. She felt no emotions, no pity, and no regrets. Her mind was viciously evil.

Adrian said nothing, offering only a silent motion toward the marshals. “Take him.” Victor rose to his feet like he’d been expecting a red carpet, his wrists already bound behind his back in magnetic cuffs. He didn’t flinch when one marshal seized his arm, the other reading him his rights with calm, practiced precision. “You are under arrest for conspiracy, attempted murder, kidnapping, corporate sabotage, and multiple charges under the federal criminal code. You have the right to remain silent…” Victor turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Adrian. “You think this is the end?” he asked, voice low, almost amused. “You’ve no idea what’s coming.”

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

He was the monster who executed her sister. She was the weapon sent to tear his empire apart. Evelyn Mercer entered the dark, opulent underworld of Chicago with a single, dangerous obsession: bring down Julian Vane. Armed with stolen financial ledgers, a forged marriage contract, and a cold hatred that burned brighter than fear, she walked directly into the lion’s den ready to play the dutiful bride while secretly burning his syndicate to the ground. Julian Vane is a kingpin accustomed to loyalty bought in blood and enemies buried in silence. He knows his cold, sharp-witted new wife is a trap wrapped in silk and ice. But instead of breaking her, he finds himself mesmerized by her lethal in

, he whispered into the woman's ear. Sera felt her brain come to a screeching halt, of course, everything started to fall apart when her men failed to eliminate Yoshiki Garcia, three of her men were killed by him, two injured so bad that they become disabled and useless and Alister disappeared right before they started on their plans to infiltrate his group, it was like a domino effect of failures since this bastard's assassination failed.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

“Then we make them regret underestimating us.” He reached for her hand, entwining fingers. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Every plan, every strategy, every calculation he had spent years constructing now collided with the unpredictable strength of the woman who refused to be leverage. The darkness remained around them, oppressive, immediate. Every heartbeat carried tension, every shadow suggested a threat. And somewhere below, chaos had already begun. Lucien allowed himself a moment, brief and sharp, to understand what was true. Revenge had never been this complicated. Survival had never felt so fragile. And love had never been this weaponized.