Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds Novels & Stories

“I found you, my dear friend. I'll never forgive myself for not finding you in time. But know this… Every breath, heartbeat, and milestone I make, you'll remain close in my heart with me every step of the way.” Wrath consumes me. Fury bleeds across my face. Grief strangles my heart. Vengeance burns deep within my soul, setting it ablaze. All I can ask myself is why? Why him? Why has God allowed another good and gentle soul to be ripped from the face of the earth by some cruel animal out for blood, playing the Grim Reaper? Stuart didn’t deserve to die like this. He was everything I could never be: kind, generous, compassionate… And someone wearing his face took that from me. He ripped my chos

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Dante’s expression did not change. Because finally— he was starting to see everything clearly. Victor had deliberately kept feeding his hatred. Kept pushing his emotions out of control. Kept driving him against everyone around him. And all this time— Dante had allowed himself to be used. “Damn it…” he muttered bitterly to himself. Victor watched him for several seconds. Then the older man said quietly, “You’ve always been a fool.” Dante slowly lifted his head. And now, his expression looked far calmer than before.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

“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

Then, quietly, she asked, “What do I do now? Where do I go from here?” The figure leaned close, voice low, fierce. “You survive. You stand, even when it feels like you can’t. You walk through the fire they lit around you. And you don’t wait to be saved. You decide what this pain makes of you—ashes… or something they’ll regret burning.” Her eyes burned into Selene’s. “Selene Ward… make them pay.” Selene bit her bottom lip as she held the figure’s gaze. Her chest rose and fell quickly, breath unsteady. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.

He looked on in fear as he advanced towards him menancingly. He finally broke and stammered an incoherent reply in fear, "I'll.. I'll tell you... I'll tell you". He paused and said "Good, tell me". The kneeling man continued in fear "It was the Santinos... It was all them.. They were the ones who sent me". "The Santinos"?, he asked while gazing deeply at the knife in his hand. "Yes.... yes yes it was them now please, please let me go", he continued.

Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it. In any case, did I deserve to die, then?! Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward. "You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!" I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.

“That mercy lives in me?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give him that victory. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken. “You’re a monster,” I spat, the words tasting like steel. “And you…” His gaze lingered, slow and consuming, tracing every curve of my face, burning into me. “…are the only one who sees the monster and doesn’t cower.” My breath hitched. Anger surged, faltered, and cracked under the weight of his intensity. “I hate you.”

Before I approached the five people, I gave Ales one last command: “We will need them in the following plans.” They merely stared at me, as if they did not know who I was. And that should be because I will not pay them if they will ask more about me. “Can I count on your loyalty while we work together?” I asked them. “You can rely on me... I’m Angelo, and I’d want to introduce myself. “ A young man introduced me. “I’m not sure what you’ll have me do, but the only thing that matters to me is vengeance... Joseph.” The ex-convict extended his hand, and I shook it as well.