Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds の小説・ストーリー

And I was not disappointed, in a flash, he came to save me. All the lights went out all over Manila along with his strong presence behind us. When I looked at it, Saint was there, wearing no top and carrying his sword which was now on fire again. Even his eyes were on fire with anger when our eyes met. "Help me, Saint," I said softly. At the same time, my tears flowed again. And it seems to be one of the signals for Saint to scramble the greed soul. But the greed soul was smart, he immediately let go of me which caused me to quickly fall. However, I saw how Saint slash the body of the greed soul before jumping after me.

Yet his eyes, dark and penetrating, promised a level of violence that would make the bravest man tremble. I shuddered at the sight, watching as Saint leaned in closer, his grin a predator's baring of fangs. "Threaten her again and I'll show you just how little those fingers of yours matter." he said, his voice a low rumble in the tense air. My skin crawled with goosebumps as Saint stared down at Greg, savouring the fear he saw there. It was then I realised something that chilled me even more. Saint didn't merely tolerate pain - he relished it, revelled in it. The knowledge that he enjoyed the sight of suffering made my heart stutter and my palms slick with sweat.

"Exactly. He just made this personal. He just told me where to hit him." "So what now?" I looked at the distant skyline, lights flickering like watchful eyes. "Now," I said, licking the blood from my lip, "we finish what we started." Santiago turned to his men. "Get the backup car here. And double the perimeter when we get back to the estate." He looked at me, his voice quieter. "You sure you don’t want to rest before we draw up the new plans? You took a hit." I waved him off. "I don’t bleed for weakness. I bleed for vengeance."

Now, Saint wanted to breed an heir with me for the same reasons. Saint was looking out for the pack in that regard, which I should have cared about, but I didn't. They'd turned against me so easily that it left a gaping wound where my heart had been. I'd played victim to my father, enduring countless torture sessions so that they never had to feel his malice or anger.

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.

“We’re going to find every last motherfucker and we’re going to kill them.” Wilder’s whole body shook, his pain raw and evident. His body stilled, his eyes red-rimmed as he looked up at me. “They took my father from me. I will have my vengeance, Saint.” “Yes, you will. Every last one of them. We’ll annihilate an entire bloodline if we have to.” “Let’s get to work,” Wilder said, and pushed himself to his full height. “I’m so sorry, Wilder,” Kaelis whispered, and he nodded his head, squeezed her hand and headed back toward the kitchen.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

I stared back at him, if this was God’s punishment , it was more than I could take. I wondered what kind of apology he wanted, so I stared back at him while lost on what to do. He spat in my face. I flinched immediately the saliva touched my face “Pecadora, sinner ,” he said through gritted teeth Then he stood up, he lashed my back until I felt cold wounds breaking on my ski

“As long as the Lord does not live in you, there will always be darkness in the hearts of Man.” Yuri resisted the urge to snort. Where had she heard that same phrase before? Yuri then recalled what Miki and her mother had said to her in the past. Vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. Do you really think that you are doing the right thing? Yuri sighed to herself as she kept her eyes on the statue of Jesus Christ. ‘I don’t know anymore,’ she thought. ‘I knew what I was getting myself into when I chose this life. In the beginning, it is all for the sake of revenge. But now…’ She sighed. ‘I don’t know if I’m even doing the right thing any longer.’

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. Annabelle turned staring vaguely at him, her eyes still bleeding black tears. Frenger fell conscious but paralysed and so did Oden before he tried to strike. The crowd began to scream each rushing out, in search of safety. Annabelle grabs Vanessa's neck staring deeply into her eyes " Annabelle!" Richard calls out lightly, his voice spelling despair. He gave her a pained stare his lips pressed tightly against each other. He wanted her to stop, he didn't want to oppose her. He would not, he could not.