Vigilante Deku Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In fact, it seems like I just proved that the werewolves are not the ones who are losing control of themselves… but it's the vampires… they pride themselves with their violent acts. Uncle Wenziel is not like this. These vigilantes in front of me victimize the civilians and innocent people. "The boy didn't do anything to deserve that." I really want to put in his mind that he killed a helpless boy. It's just so annoying because, the stronger people attack the weaker ones without any consequences. They will pick on you if they see you as an easy target. "I'll kill you next woman!" But before he was able to lift his blade, the wolf attacked him, and I cannot explain how he viciously ripped the

Corin had gone quiet in a way that unsettled Elira more than his usual composure ever had — no careful deflection, no unhurried explanation, just the particular stillness of a man deciding how much more truth he could afford to lose control of at once. "The Vigil doesn't operate the way Thane's consortium does," he said finally. "They don't have a single leader I can name for you, no Rurik Thane you can negotiate with directly. They're built from cells — small groups, scattered across every territory, each one operating with enough independence that losing one doesn't compromise the rest. That's why the letter had no signature. There's no single person to blame, and no single person you coul

"No. This is different." "What do you mean?" More people are gathering now, pulled in by the conversation. I can feel eyes on me as I process the information. "The so-called vigilante," I start, choosing my words carefully, "leaves his victims at the police station. Five stab wounds—two in the legs where he probably grabbed them to move the body, two in the hands he touched, and one in the heart." I pause, the symbolism clicking into place. "The heart wound is always fatal. Clean. Almost... merciful, in a twisted way. It's a message: 'Since you couldn't deliver justice, I did it for you.'"

The final frame hung in frozen grayscale: Eirwen looking straight into the lens, defiant. In the reflection of the glass, another face hovered — one no screen had captured. Lucianus Laev. “You’re playing with ghosts,” Vigil warned. Domenik smiled faintly. “Then let them watch.” The Marked Invitation The motel room smelled like rust and motel soap.

“Please, Viktor.” His jaw flexed. “Vivian had another vision while you two were tracking down Suzie earlier.” My breath caught. “What vision?” He hesitated, which scared me more than any answer. “She saw one of us dying tonight.” Everything inside me went still. The entire place suddenly felt cold and heavy as I processed his words. I looked down at our joined hands, then back at him. “This is exactly why I can’t leave.” His eyes narrowed. “You think I’m being reckless,” I said softly. “I’m choosing it because I can’t abandon the people I love just to save myself.”

“Dude, couldn't you have been more considerate of our situation? You know that some of us were very deep in very dangerous territories, hence calling us all together at a moment's notice was quite inconvenient.” He complained to Zach in a playful tone. Four had always been a player, hence Zach understood what he meant by 'deep territories'. He had been enjoying his holiday since there were no mission for them at the moment. In the five years, he had gone back to his private military contractor work. He had worked hard creating an elite team that would eventually help him gain his revenge against all who were involved in the death of his wife and child. It was now time to put into action all

"This isn't the Diamondbacks, Raven. These are international criminals with resources we can't even imagine. I won't risk you getting caught in the crossfire." "You're not risking me," she said, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm volunteering. And before you start with the protective male bullshit, think about this strategically. Vargas is expecting Jax Savage, club president and dangerous criminal. He's not expecting his girlfriend to be anything more than decoration." "Absolutely not."

He wasn't wearing a shirt, just heavy combat pants and a harness for his massive warhammer. He bounced on the balls of his feet. Energy crackled off him in waves. Heat radiated from his skin. "We hunt rebels?" Viggo asked, grinning. "We break things?" "We secure the objective," Barzil corrected, though he didn't scold the Uruk. "Neoma is the tracker. You are the muscle." "I break things," Viggo agreed happily. He looked at me. Sniffed the air loudly. "You look like beetle. Shiny shell."

How did he know she'd be sitting here overthinking everything? Another text arrived before she could process the first: I have my ways. Sleep well. Elena laughed despite herself, a sound somewhere between amusement and disbelief. The man was impossible. Arrogant. Presumptuous. And she was falling for him anyway. Her phone buzzed again. But this time it wasn't Dante. It was a news alert, and the headline made her blood run cold: MASKED VIGILANTE STRIKES AGAIN: Three Gang Members Found Beaten Outside South Side Warehouse

A lifetime waking up in his arms, I'd consider myself sent to heaven. Declan shut his eyes when my brain makes a horrifying connection. Lock picking…Viktor. Viktor is a thief. He’s told me several times that he came all the way up here to rob the safes of their treasure. They have similar ones above ground, so he must be able to open them. He’s a fucking cat burglar. Fighting back the nausea that slammed into me. I swallowed. This is the point where I push his heart off a cliff top. Everything is going to change, and tears sting my eyes.