V For Vendetta Novels & Stories

"I freed her from you." Victor signaled his men to retreat. "It doesn't matter. The bloodline is in the vial. We don't need the girl; we only need the resonance she created in you. And judging by the look in your eyes, Dante... the resonance is perfect. You’re finally the weapon we paid for." Victor Vane turned and walked out of the room, his boots echoing down the hallway. The red lights faded, replaced by the cold, natural blue of the Alpine dawn.

" That wasn't very nice Little 7, using them against me like that. " V1 says as he sits on the edge of the tub while staring at Terrius and Manor. Manor falls to his knee and holds his leg that was bitten twice, Terrius immediately rips the bottom of his shirt and bounds the wound. V1's back may be facing us but I could tell from his tone how amused he was. " It doesn't matter, you lose as soon as you oppose me. I wonder how should I kill you? Melt alive a volcano? Send you to die in a different world? Or should I rip you apart myself?"

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

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

I say and see how his eyebrow lifts in surprise…then the fucker laughs. It takes everything in me not to rush toward him and empty my Beretta into his head, but I remain calm and walk further down the aisle. “That? You’re still bitter that-” “You nearly killed my mother? Yes. that your actions rendered her unable to walk? Yes. It’s called a vendetta, Cerulli, and I’ve come to claim it.” I say, smirking when I see the fucker visibly sweat. “That vendetta was claimed when Dante killed my men!”

Vandel took out a pint of blood and drunk it heavly. “Fine. But your gonna need this” Vandal tossed two yellow balls to Scott. “What are these?” Scott asked. “Sun grenades. Perfect for killing any vamps that turn on you. Just remembers you only get to use each of them once.” “Thank you.” “Thank me by taking that spoil bitch out of power. Ever since her mom disappeared she’s been talking most of my proceeds?” “Now, I make a call” Moments pass as Vandel escorts Scott and Sardonyx outside the club in the princess granted.

He looked directly down at Kaelen, his broad hand coming around the back of Kaelen’s neck, his fingers tangling into Kaelen’s dark hair, holding him firmly in place before the global network. "And add a secondary clause to the directive," Vance added, his baritone dropping into a cold, lethal rasp that made the skin on Kaelen’s arms prickle with intense thermal heat. "Anyone who targets Kaelen Vane, whether by word, contract, or bullet, is declaring total, unrestrained war against Vance Sterling. There will be no negotiations, no ransoms, and no survivors. Mark him as untouchable." Vance cut the transmission with a single flick of his wrist.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

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.

Praise’s throat tightened, no one had ever spoken to him like that. “That’s why I couldn’t let you die.” Victor’s expression darkened. “You pulled me from the river?” “My people did. We just swapped the identification. The world believes Vanel Lense is dead. Legally, socially and professionally, there is no going back.” “Why me?” He asked but Victor just smiled. "Because revenge isn't the only reason I saved you.” He searched the older man's face. "Then what is the reason?" Victor smiled, but this time there was sadness behind it. "One day you'll understand." He never answered. Praise slowly exhaled, absorbing the finality. Vanel Lense was buried and only Praise Renard remained.