Novel & Cerita Vengeance Dc

No second chances. The wind howled outside the hangar rattling the metal walls. Vance hesitated his eyes flicking toward the shadows as if hoping for rescue that would never come. Damien waited motionless his presence alone enough to break the man. I remembered every betrayal. The false protection in the bunker. The poisoned pacifier. The ambushes in the snow. This moment felt like justice long overdue. Vance had played god with our lives. Now he faced the consequences.

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

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.

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

Sofia. Vengeance had a taste. It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death. I could feel it on my tongue as I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city bleeding light into the darkness. Neon signs flickered against the glass, a kaleidoscope of color that felt too bright, too alive for what we had just done. I could still feel Vaschenko’s blood drying on my skin. Still feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the kick of the recoil, the way his body had spasmed before he stilled.

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

Tessa started. "No." I held up a hand. "He's right. To a point." I walked back to the table, planting my palms flat on its surface. "But here's the thing about vengeance Dathan. It's personal. It's small. Dexter's operation spans three states. Maybe more. If I kill him tonight and believe me, I've thought about nothing else for a week someone else steps into his place by morning. He took my mate, and poisoned me, getting Nina back and freeing the other captives if they were any alive was my soul aim. If I kill him someone might take over the business stay open. The sales continue." I leaned forward. "But if we expose him. If we drag every buyer, every corrupt Alpha, every human collaborator

“She made me believe she cared, and all along she was feeding information to the monster who ruined my life!” “I know,” Jordan said softly, his voice a deep, steady rumble that wrapped around me like a tether. “But she’s restrained. If you go after her like this, you will just be hurting someone who can’t fight back. That’s not justice, Vanessa. That’s vengeance., there will be no difference between you and Damian.” “I want vengeance,” I hissed. “I know you do,” he said again, his hand still steady on my arm, his voice calm even as his eyes burned gold beneath the surface. “But you are better than that. You are not Damian. And I won’t let him take that part of you too.”

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I found myself back at the windows, looking out over the city lights. Somewhere out there, Evan thought he was safe. Thought his fake death had bought him freedom. He had no idea what was coming. "Can't sleep?" Damian asked, appearing beside me as silently as ever. "Too much in my head," I admitted. "Anger can be fuel," Damian said carefully. "But it can't be the only thing driving you. Anger becomes vengeance, and vengeance is what The Balance warns against." "What's the difference?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Between justice and vengeance?"