Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds Novels & Stories

"Taking a hasty step in provocation and annoyance will only harm you and your citizens, princess. This is not the time to act without thought and in a hurry. Otaku is no more a human that you can kill and end. He is a aghori, a vampire who has no death. His words are like the death sentence and his hands work a disaster on any human. He is now filled in a wrath of vexation. He wants nothing from you but revenge, an answer for all the ache he has suffered for years. Please be patient." The princess stared at the saint in indignation and unrest. "How can I be here in patience when my people are suffering there his injustice and choler, saint Augustine?" "WHEN THERE IS A DANGER ONE SHOULDN'T ST

That was all that mattered. Ahead, a narrow ravine opened, barely wide enough for two bikes to pass. I took the lead, heart hammering, senses sharp. We sped down the incline, tyres sliding on loose gravel, sparks flying with every contact. And then I saw him. Saint. Not alive—but a memory. A vision, conjured by the rising smoke and the fiery chaos around us. His burnt bike stood at the edge of the cliff, its frame twisted, a spark plug lodged in the engine. The memory slammed into me with the weight of guilt and rage. Bishop had used Saint’s death like a weapon. And now he was using it against us.

Emotions bubbled up within on top of everything else going on, but Gage’s deep voice yanked me back to reality as he astutely picked up on Saint’s earlier comment, asking, “What happened to your leg? It didn’t look like you injured it in the fight before.” Scowling, I shot Saint a nasty look, already knowing what Gage’s reaction would be, but I started anyway, summarizing, “Vance and one of his cronies caught up to me after your supposed death. I almost died, but Silas rescued me and brought me to safety. Your turn.” It was clear he wasn’t happy with my nonchalant attitude, and as predicted, his ire returned with a vengeance. He leapt to his feet, pacing back and forth in the confined space

(TRISTAN'S POV) ‘Vengeance is of the Lord,’ I always preached it when I was a priest. I was once an angel with the bible, winning souls for Christ. Now a devil with an empire, sending souls to hell. I’ve tasted light and darkness, and I must confess: Black tastes better. Fuck, justice, I’ll rather play God. Answer that prayer with a knife and a coffin. The weak depend on faith. The strong make their fate. And in this moment, staring at Kendrick’s turbulent eyes, I relive all the sins of my life: from losing my virginity to fucking Bunny more times than my heartbeat—I realize that vengeance is sweeter than sex.

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

She looked up at Conor with a delicate, fragile expression, tears glistening in her eyes as she bravely held them back. "You can rest assured that even though my family doesn't have much and that you're a rich heir, I'm not going to try to get money out of you for this tiny scrape. I may be poor, but I still possess my dignity!" Connor stared down at her, saying coldly, "I have an excellent lawyer who is good at handling staged-accident scams. Do you care to see for yourself?" Julie's expression froze before she scrambled to her feet and hurried to my side. "You can't accept handouts like this! Otherwise, you'll completely lose your self-respect! What matters most in this life is your reputa

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

I once thought to bury it deep within my heart, never to bring it up again. But lately, it feels like everyone around me is against me, always intentionally or unintentionally rubbing salt into my wounds. Facing Kent's almost pitying eyes, I slowly uttered these words. It felt as if I was holding a knife in my own hands, cutting myself piece by piece, with blood everywhere. "Do you know how I lived through these past years?" "Do you know how base, how difficult, how painful my life had been?" "You have no idea. Everything I went through, you can't possibly understand them. That's why you can stand there acting like a saint. But I'm not!"

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

kelly asked with a sorrowful face. “Yes the devil pretending to be a saint, if it wasn't for your greed with that scum of a man you love, Nat would still be alive and his pitiful folks as you put it won't be sad and there won't be any old or painful wounds to be reopened so now spill before I get on some more chili” Cassandra threatened as he eyes fall on the bottle of the hottest Chili by the counter. Now she understood why the sore was healing so quickly yet leaving so many dark bruises and scars. “I see Tessa gave you a little gift to always think of '' Cassandra chuckles. “Now back to the location '' Cassandra demanded one more. Kelly turned to the door but the threatening eyes of Tessa