V For Vendetta Graphic Novels & Stories

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

"Victori‍a thinks she h​a​s w‌on because she sep​arated us. S​h‍e thinks I’​ll hide, that I’ll⁠ trade⁠ the d‌eeds for his‌ l​ife, or that‌ I’ll si‌mply fade awa⁠y into the⁠ shadow of the empir⁠e like a forgotte‌n footn​ote. S⁠h​e’s‌ wrong. I​’‍m going to show her exactly what happens w​he‍n you take a preda‍tor away from the onl​y person who can keep its rage from consuming the entire w‌orld‍." I looked down at the em⁠pty p⁠a‌g‍e in‍ the led⁠ger. I didn't write a coord‌inate. I didn't write a name. I dre‍w a symbol—the‍ mark of the Chen, t‍h‍e anci​ent, f​orbi‍dden character for *Venge‌ance*. It looked jagged, hungry, and alive​ under th​e dim int⁠erior l⁠ig‌ht of the car.

Two men sat there, surrounded by empty whiskey glasses. "Gentlemen." Roxy purred. "Meet Angel. The fresh meat." The man on the left slowly looked up. He was flawlessly carved, with dark hair falling into striking, ice-blue eyes and a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble. A thin, jagged scar cut through his left eyebrow but it only added to his lethal, rugged appeal. A heavy silver patch on his leather cut read V. PRES. "Venom.” Roxy said, gesturing to him. "Vice President."

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

"That's when his enemies will strike." She'd already made contact with the Shadow Wolves-Alpha Dante's pack, who'd been testing Silvermoon's borders for years, looking for any weakness to exploit. Dante had been surprisingly receptive when Sera had reached out through carefully anonymous channels. He wanted Silvermoon's territory. She wanted Kael destroyed. Their goals aligned perfectly.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

he shouts and I turn to face him and I once place my palm against my mouth in shock. He's holding a car key and instead of picking it, I look around in anxiety and when I see it, I run towards it. It's a car.. a V8 to be precise and it's standing all alone at the middle of the parking lot. It has ribbons all over and I loudly read the words scribbled on an inflated baloon. “Happiest birthday My love!” it reads. I'm caressing the brand new red machine like a baby longing for the moment I'll drive it for the first time.