Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

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?"

Ava ​I did not let the cold weight of the Vance conspiracy consume me. ​As Justice’s voice faded and the screens on my tablet continued to cycle through the financial routing codes of our enemies, I looked down at my hands. They were steady. The fire of vengeance was burning hot in my chest, but I knew that a war fought without a solid foundation was nothing more than a suicide mission.

I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…