V For Vendetta Novels & Stories

' 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.

And it might all be too late by then. Admittedly, Wolf didn’t know what ‘too late’ meant in this situation, but if there was one thing that he’d figured out, it was the Viper was a nightmare of an adversary… meticulous, well-prepared, calculating. And fucking ruthless. He was willing to bring total innocents into his personal vendetta, and that meant that nothing was off the table for him. Nothing.

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.

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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.