V For Vendetta Novels & Stories

Viper screamed. The distraction was the heartbeat we needed. Cane surged forward, grabbing me by the waist and tossing me toward the open sliding door of the van as Mako and Rat provided a wall of suppressing fire with tactical sidearms. Torin and his Ravaged scouts, still reeling from the sonic pulse, scrambled in behind us, their claws scraping against the metal floor. As the van sped away, weaving through the panicked elite and the corpses of the Rejects, the Vanguard didn't just give up. They pivoted, their limbs elongating into cheetah-like proportions as they sprinted alongside the vehicle, effortlessly keeping pace.

Tick. A tall, lean figure stepped out from the shadow of a massive, gnarled apple tree at the edge of the driveway. He wasn't wearing tactical gear or a rogue coat; he wore a long, grease-stained leather duster that dragged through the damp grass. In his right hand, he held a heavy, circular silver compass. The needle inside wasn't pointing north—it was spinning erratically, locked onto the faint, dark purple glow of the blood dried on my right wrist. It was Vance, Derek's personal head tracker. The bloodhound of the Obsidian pack.

Just me, my two blades, and the smell of the wolves. "Well, well," a smooth, vicious voice purred through the burning gray fog. "Look at the big Alpha. All alone in the mud." Vex stepped through the smoke. She looked terrifyingly perfect. She wasn't wearing heavy armor like Vance's grunts; she wore sleek, dark leather plates that showed off her elongated, hybrid-grafted limbs. Her eyes weren't human anymore—they were bright, reflective silver, shifting fast under the red emergency lamps. In her right hand, she held a long, curved steel cleaver that was already painted in Nullifier blood.

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

Coventina mutters. “Does anyone want to clue me in as to what in the ever loving fu—fudge is going on?” I shout. “Yes, we will. You, as you now know, are Coventina’s incarnate in the Lunar Realm. You have never been an ordinary hybrid. That was never in the cards for you,” Selene answers. “Why?” “Because after the Dark War that Morrigan fought in, Beatrix was brought back. They had a necromancer bring her back and she is seeking revenge and using the rogues to do it.” Coventina answers.

I run straight into the rusted skeleton of the outpost, my bare feet catching the frozen steel as I hunt the scent of the woman who brought this poison to my borders. I find her lieutenant in a subterranean laboratory bay, a grey-furred northern pureblood named Vane who served as Diana’s personal guard during the trials. He is trying to dismantle a portable power core, his hands shaking as the sound of Clyde’s retribution echoes from the surface. "Looking for a script, stray?" Vane sneers, spinning around and flashing his long, yellow canines as he lunges toward me with a silver-tipped dagger. He is fast, but he is fighting a woman who has forgotten how to fear the dark.

I returned the weed to my lips and walked away. "Someone to take the kids somewhere safe. My work here is done. It was nice killing, but they were no fun," I said, faking a tear. "Don't worry. I will find you someone to kill soon," Victor said. "Thanks, Dad. I will be waiting," I started walking towards the front door. "Vincenzo, the chase is still ongoing. Till the next time, if you even find me in the first place," I said. "James, I haven't forgotten the promise," Ivy said with a laugh.

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< the crows > “Dark. Always watching.” The tension deepened, as if the very air bowed to him. And in a way… it did. Angelo's gaze hardened, “What is our motto?” They answered with a vow etched in their bones. “We fly in the shadows and strike in the light. Bringing silence before your demise. Our black wings carry vengeance, for….” “For we are drawn to what?” His voice was colder now, and more deadlier. “For we are drawn to death.”

I couldn't move because the thing pressed against the wall wasn't supposed to exist in my world like this. Phantom Wolf, silver fur catching the moonlight, violet eyes wide and terrified, the exact coloring I'd been hunting for seven years, the coloring that was burned into my memory from the night Selene died screaming in my arms while I was too slow to save her, and it was her, my mate. Vada was shaking so hard I could see it from across the room, blood covering her muzzle and chest and claws while the dead assassin lay between us with his throat torn open so wide I could see spine.