V For Vendetta Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

we thought the consortium would have you in sector Omega centuries ago destroyed. My name is Sentinel Vane. I command this bunker.” “They tried Sentinel,” replied Kael dry. “But I’m hard to kill. Vane's glitt to me. She must have my collapsing equipment, Tool backpack and the old modified rifle on my back. ‘And the is...? No armor of the Old World. She looks like a plunder from the Ödland.” Kael immediately stepped in front of me, a protective, instinctive movement. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Your words should be carefully selected,

" 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

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.

“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!”

"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.

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.

“Neema…” Startled at the hiss that came out of Vandal’s mouth, I looked up at his face to cringe at the unhidden glee with which he was staring at Neema. His eyes held so much malice that I felt my heart hammer at my ribcage. I could see it clearly; he was already planning his revenge. He would make Neema suffer a fate worse than death, because he couldn’t kill an Oracle, but he’ll make every living second worse than Hell for Neema. “Let’s trade, shall we?” Vandal licked his lips as he stared unblinkingly at a quivering Neema. “Hand the boy to me and you get your little pet back.”