V For Vendetta Graphic Novels & Stories

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

"Vendetta took my spear, my right hand is broken so I can't fight smoothly using my left hand." "What?!" ***....... While his men shoot at both of them, Vendetta crawls on the floor and finds the spear at the tree where he places it earlier. He wipes his blood coming from the nose before he stands up and gives a sign to his men to stop the shooting. A high tech weapon need to defeated with a high tech weapon too. He held the spear high and struck on the shield with a force. Gr Gr k k Grk! The spear cut through Zayne's shield.

I should just be thankful that I wasn’t being tortured like my brothers who must be suffering in Lucian’s people’s hands. “During the day, if Alpha doesn’t ask you to serve him, you will work under me and help the servants. You are not to make a single mistake. Do you understand, Elisa?” “Yes, I do…” I replied in a low voice. Vallenshire is the biggest wolf city in Europe consisting of twelve districts. Every district belongs to a pack and is led by one alpha, and our pack, Moonblaze, is in the sixth district. Back when my father was still the ruler, some of our people always fear of being seized by packs from another district due to poor ruling. But now with Lucian and his great warriors, I

The crystal glasses clinked loudly in the center of the Vance Global executive boardroom the sound echoing off the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlooked the glittering city skyline A toast everyone Julian Vance said his voice booming with absolute triumph as he raised his silver rimmed glass high into the air To the official dissolution of the old regime and the birth of a global superpower Tonight we officially integrated the Vane family trust shares directly into the core assets of Vance Global The board members and senior executives erupted into loud applause nodding and cheering as they drank the expensive vintage champagne You did it Julian Cynthia Vane said leaning against his

, Vesper laughed gloomy, while she had a plunging drone with a raged blow of her titanium arm out of the air, that she struck against the wall crashed and exploded. “I’ll buy you ten, Carter! Raven sprinted. He glitted like a shadow through the enemy fire, rolled under passing through a laser cut that turned the soil before it into liquid slag, and reached the terminal. He ripped off the cover. There were no buttons, but a direct neural interface – a glass column with fine, microscopic needles. Vesper shouted behind him. A strap had her shoulder armor beating. blood, dark and permeated by the fine red shimmer of its hybrid

"I bring urgent word from Alpha Erik of the Blackwood Pack." "Speak, Vance," Gryfyn growled, his deep voice flat and hard as cold iron. "What business does Erik have on my southern borders?" Vance lifted his head, his sharp eyes sliding over to me, taking in my dark green wool tunic, my broad frame, and the glowing, dark mark burning on my neck. A flicker of deep surprise crossed his scarred face before he quickly lowered his gaze back to Gryfyn.

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Tick. A tall, lean figure stepped out from the shadow of a massive, gnarled apple tree at the edge of the driveway. He wasn't wearing tactical gear or a rogue coat; he wore a long, grease-stained leather duster that dragged through the damp grass. In his right hand, he held a heavy, circular silver compass. The needle inside wasn't pointing north—it was spinning erratically, locked onto the faint, dark purple glow of the blood dried on my right wrist. It was Vance, Derek's personal head tracker. The bloodhound of the Obsidian pack.

Before him: a blueprint. Not of a city. Not of a building. But of a woman. Aria Emilia Benedetti Valente. My movements. My pictures. My protectors. Every inch of my life, dissected and drawn like a war map. Beside it, a vial. Crimson. Glowing faintly. Extracted from blood left behind at the villa. He held it up to the candlelight and smiled. “The Benedetti blood doesn’t carry power,” he murmured. “But it can unlock it. The prophecy lied only in part.”