V For Vendetta Novels & Stories

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.

< 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.

Vane screamed from the center of the plaza. He had barely managed to parry Kael’s first strike, using the shaft of his scepter to deflect a scythe-claw that would have sheared his head off. The concussive impact had sent Vane flying back ten paces, his heavy dark iron enforcer armor dented and smoking where Kael’s white-hot fingers had grazed his pauldrons. He scrambled back toward the central control console, his bleeding hand slamming down onto a secondary, physical level labeled HIVE FLUSH. Across the room, the thousands of three-eyed vanguards let out a synchronized, ear-splitting shriek. They stepped out from their pods, their massive claws clicking against the alloy floor as they turne

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama NINETEEN LAURA I was making some research on my laptop about the couple's that was about to wed and I found some interesting things about the groom though and I'm getting Information about it. I stood up to get myself a glass of wine before my phone rang and I quickly picked it up after checking the caller ID and it a call from Vendetta.

But the phantom anticipated the maneuver, slipping through an invisible backdoor, severing the connection, and completely locking Leo out of his own secondary drive. Then, the red screens went completely, dead black. In the center of the darkness, a single line of crisp, white text slowly typed itself across the main monitor: The Covenant isn't dead, Your Highness. And neither are the Vances. Leo stared at the glowing letters. The Vance family. The lethal syndicate assassins who had tried to murder him when he was just five years old. His father had wiped them off the face of the earth. Or so they thought. Below the text, a tiny, glowing icon of a shattered glass rose blinked steadily.

But Mandy met her end instead. Victor smiled and moved to the final display. This time, he removed the cover slowly—dramatically. “This,” he said, pausing for suspense, “is the new frontier. We named it Virexil-B—a biotech weapon designed to erase entire structures silently. Once exposed to air, it spreads like a sentient acid—melting steel, concrete, and all living things until nothing remains. It's not a bomb. It's smarter—cleaner, and completely untraceable. Perfect for those who wish to cripple a nation without firing a single bullet.”

A red seal marks high clearance. “This target is not to be interrogated, recovered, or studied.” He meets my eyes. “Make it look like an accident. No witnesses.” I take the slate. It’s lighter than I expected. The file opens. A blurred image. Height estimate. Build. Movement patterns. Then the name appears. Kaelor Voss. A sharp pull tightens in my chest. Gone before I can name it. I don’t recognize the name. That should be enough. I look up.

He wasn't an administrator, and he wasn't a ghost, he was a virus, a lethal piece of code that had followed her into the graveyard to fulfill the one contract he had never broken. "The Executioner... is... always... the... last... to... leave..." Silas’s voice was a low, distorted growl that made the ground beneath Verina’s feet vibrate with a subsonic frequency, he didn't move toward her father, he moved toward the central pillar of the Archive, where the Vance blood-oath was being used to authorize the global liquidation. He raised a spectral blade made of the same obsidian as the ring, a weapon forged from a decade of his own suffering and the "bad debt" he had collected from the Thorne b

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.