Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds Novels & Stories

Santiago lunged, desperation overtaking him, but Lucien was already ahead, every strike precise, every movement controlled. He towered over Santiago, gun trained steadily on him. “Look at me,” he said, voice cold but unwavering. “This… this is what it feels like to be powerless. To lose everything.” Santiago’s voice broke. “You… you monster…” Lucien shook his head slowly. “I’m justice. I’m revenge. And you… are nothing but a man who got too greedy.” He pulled the trigger. Santiago fell, lifeless, his empire crumbling in the aftermath. The echoes of gunfire, screams, and destruction faded, leaving only silence and the weight of absolute vengeance.

I spat, "Because you have seen him suffer, you have seen the situations that turned him into the person he is today, you have seen him at the moments he was at his lowest, a kid suffering from trauma and the loss of his mother. He had gone through every worst thing one could go through and you were there to witness, yet how could you choose the path of vengeance?" "Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit!" Furious, Vincent strode towards me and grabbed my jaw under his tight grip, "Don't you even dare to raise your voice at my mother again. I'll cut this tongue of yours and feed it to the dogs." Rage was burning in his eyes. On the other hand, the expression Celine had on her face was unreadable

A reminder of Andrew's blood. The sickening scene of his hand being cut off, and throat being slit replays in my mind. It's so vivid I can not push the dark memory away. I am damaged myself but I never met someone as ruined as Saint. He knows how to make hell home. He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume. Which made me think how dark can Saints' past be to turn him into a heartless monster?

Never did I consider how she would have felt knowing all the things I had done. "No, right?" he sneered. "After you got better, you just decided to avenge her. You decided to punish all those who pushed her to the breaking point. You took it upon yourself to serve justice so when I decide on how that justice will be carried out, why do you complain? Why do you look at me like I'm inhumane? Why do you act all righteous as if you haven't done anything equal to what I did? Do you want me to list out all that you've done? Huh? Stop acting like a fucking saint. We both know that you're far from that"

He is crying, he is crying the way he made me cry, and I watch him, I watch him without emotion, I watch him the way one watches an insect that has been crushed and is dying, and I tell myself that this is what vengeance is, this is what it does to us, it transforms us into what we hated, it makes us become what we loathed, it teaches us to kill what was alive in us and replace it with emptiness, silence, nothingness. "You destroyed my adolescence, Christophe. You destroyed the girl I was, you destroyed my confidence, my joy, my ability to believe in myself, to believe in others, to believe that life could be beautiful. You made me someone who is afraid of everything, who distrusts everythin

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and even though these are different, unfair, and unexpected circumstances, I still have a chance to kill him. “The Saints will end you. You and your fucking empire. It will all turn to dust before your eyes.” I have no idea where this courage is coming from, but I’m sure the anger I’m feeling is helping fuel it. “You’ll see your precious legacy crumble to the ground.” Oleg’s expression doesn’t change, but I see his left eye twitch, and that is enough for me to know I hit a nerve.

“You have spirit. Just like your brother. He thought he could dance between fire too. But in the end, fire always wins.” Terror coils in my stomach, but I don’t look away. “You killed him.” Vincent’s eyes glint. “And Saint let me.” The words land like a gunshot. Before I can speak, the door slams open again. Saint. His eyes find Vincent first, then me, then the photo trembling in my hands. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes burn with something feral. “Get away from her,” he growls. Vincent’s smile widens. “Ah. My son. Always too late.”

"I will end your life, Severin, even if it means having to die in the process!" Despite his overwhelming desire for revenge, he was aware that Severin was a level nine royal saint. A level one royal saint like him cannot hope to succeed in getting revenge. The family's fear of Severin's prowess, as well as his expulsion from the Chorteaus, rendered vengeance impossible.

“He tried to protect me as much as he could, but it was three against one. I remember him running down the stairs to save Marcello. It didn’t work. He took his body... I don’t know where he took him, but I saw my baby’s blood dripping on his shoes as he walked away...” Rage consumed me, a fire burning so hot I thought it might incinerate everything around me. How could I feel so deeply for someone I didn’t even know existed ten minutes ago? They killed my flesh and blood, and I was powerless to stop it. They were dead, and I couldn’t bring them back to mete out the vengeance they deserved. I couldn’t pull them from their graves and make them suffer the way I was suffering. “I can’t avenge hi