V For Vendetta Novels & Stories

“She may not survive the night.” Something inside me spark. Something familiar. Protective. “Then make sure she does,” I growled. “Use everything you have. Every herb, every drop of moonroot or wolfsbane extract. Do you understand me?” Elara bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she began administering treatment to her, barking out orders to her subordinates. I watched as they try to stabilise her for a while before stepping out of the tent. I let out a long, exasperated sigh as I pressed a finger to my temple. Then I made my way back towards the forest to check if the Rogues are all dead.

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.”

But my wolf was howling now, clawing to the surface with a word that echoed through my entire body like thunder. “Mate.” And in that moment, Vance’s eyes widened too. He felt it. But instead of softening, something darker flickered in his eyes—a mix of rage, shock, and something else I couldn’t name. Then he leaned closer. “Say a word,” he whispered, voice like ice, “and I swear I’ll make you regret ever being born.”

' My tears trickled onto the damp sand from the corners of my eyes. Leon didn't budge. He continued to grip my neck of lying beneath him, pressing down tightly. In those final seconds, as my vision began to blur, the world shrank into dark dots. I saw Leon's expression and cursed him one last breath. "I s-swear, I will be h-haunting you ... fo-forever ... and d-dragging you to h-hell, F-Fu*king Alphaaa …." Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy.

"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.

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Julian's P. O. V. My mate was a member of the White crescent wolf pack! The same pack that killed my mother and tried to kill me as well! The same pack I've been planning to have my revenge on for years! I brought out an old but still very sharp dagger that was given to me by Mabel's dad a few years after I started living with them. Placing it in my bag, I strapped the bag around me and got out of the house in a manner of urgency.

Dante tackled me to the ground. From the rooftops across the street, a figure stepped into the light of a burning oil drum. It was Kaelen Voss. He was dressed in a scavenged Alpha-uniform, his emerald eyes burning with a localized, artificial frequency. He was holding a Long-Range "Null-Rifle."

, she tutted and landed a roundhouse kick, sending the big man crashing down and the crowd going crazy. Vendetta. A band of the world's most dangerous assassins, trained with different methods that they could kill with a gentle touch. People called it the Hell Hall fraternity for various reasons that have everything to do with their torture techniques. Not only the most skilled assassins but also the most skilled psychologists and just about every God damn profession.

Chapter 1 Andres P. O. V "Confess your treacherous act in the sight of the goddess and man!” The slayer barked at a man whose head was resting on the decapitation stool, ready to be beheaded. My insides churned the more my gaze lingered on him, and the pain transitioned into violence, threatening to rip me apart. He has been a critical part of my life, and now he will be beheaded right in front of me. He was Roberto Alonso, my father's best friend, beta and trainer.