Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

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.

His calloused fingers gently graced the rough flesh of his as he smoothly ran them until it touched the tattoo covering his left shoulder, the tattoo ran through his neck as well slightly covering it but the main source of his vengeance and hatred was on display. His index finger covered the sharp straight scar around his neck near collarbone darkening his gaze, he narrowed his eyes letting his unblinking lost gaze get stuck over it. He loved the fire this scar burn higher whenever his finger touched it, he adored the fact the venom that touch his veins at each stroke of his fingers, and he definitely preferred the power it surged in him to fasten the pace of his revenge and make everyone pa

By the time I was done narrating everything to her, I could feel more tears forming in my nasolacrimal duct. Wordlessly, Mia engulfed me in another hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Mia. I hope you forget everything s—" Realizing what she was about to say, I aggressively pushed her away. "Forget? I'm never ever going to forget, Mia! I will make them pay for what they did to him. I will stop at nothing to see them fall to their knees, begging for a little mercy from me and that would be when I will have my laugh." I vowed, my voice dripping with venom. I was hellbent of avenging his death and I would stop at nothing to make my mission successful — it didn't matter what I had to do. I would gl

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

My claws effortlessly tear through their necks, and their useless bodies drop on the ground, unmoving. I approach the stupefied council and as if they just realized what is happening, they instantly shift and start to flee. Bunch of cowards. I grab the doctor who isn't fast enough and the two stupid old women. After tearing their bodies to an unrecognizable heap of flesh, I lift my head and release a loud, threatening howl. Fuck, this feels amazing. I feel stronger. Ferce. Vengeance. I will make them pay for what they just did. What they did to my mum. I won't be helpless anymore. I will not let them put me in that position again.

“Don’t be scared. You won’t die.” She produces a flash drive from her bra. “You might suffer a worse fate if you don’t comply. Will you, Big Bad Boss Arden? Or should I say Birthright thief?” Arden props on his elbow, eyes glassy. “What do you want?” “Vengance.” I crouch beside Clara. “For every pain I suffered, you’ll receive double. For every day I wasted, you’ll suffer a lifetime. On your, thief.” Arden spits on my face. “Fuck you.”

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead