Vigilante Oc Novels & Stories

“Find out who it was. I want a name. And if they know the shape of her shadow, bring me their eyes first.” Vigil didn’t let me take a single step before he dropped the bomb. “It was that man… the one who bowed before you and vanished without a trace, Reid. He’s back.” My breath caught mid-motion. My muscles locked. I turned my head slowly, hoping he was joking, hoping this was some twisted misunderstanding. “Tell me you’re kidding, Vigil. Why would Reid come back now?” “I saw him with my own eyes,” Vigil said, his voice unwavering. “I know what I saw. And lying to you is the last thing I’d ever do.”

Helena chuckled. Felix didn't understand what she was saying and wasn't interested in engaging with her further. "Tony and I, as in the man from Seapoint, are vigilantes," Helena explained. Felix dismissed it as nonsense. "Please, hear me out. Every word I'm about to say is important, and I'll only say it to you. If I'm not mistaken, you'll hand me over to others. The information they obtain will differ slightly from what I'm about to share." Helena turned serious.

“Violent tonight, aren’t we? I love when you get all brash and rude. Makes me wonder what else that hot temper is good for.” We started circling each other on the rooftop. The city lights of New Avalon shone below us. In this world of ours. Vigilantes, heroes, villains the lines blurred every damn night. Rift wasn’t exactly a villain. He was worse: a chaotic neutral asshole who showed up whenever he felt like fucking with the system. Or with me. I lunged again,but I was much faster this time. My shadows soon formed a orb around his torso. For a second I had him in my death grip.

So this will be a friendly gift I guess’ I chuckled lightly, pretending to be proud of my pans even though my stomach churned just at the mere thinking of it. ‘I have known you a long time brother, and I know there is a reason to this sudden decision’ He didn’t have to say it for me to understand the unspoken message he didn’t say out loud to me. He knew. I have never had anyone watch over me like Parker. Nothing in my life ever missed his gaze, his notice. He will definitely find out at the end, why not just tell him now?’ ‘Valeria is coming back’ The silence that followed was loud. It was so loud I could not even hear anything around us make a sound.

****TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains possibly triggering aspects, please be mindful of your own mental health before reading**** By the time they finished visiting the last of the Bura facilities Vic was so exhausted the steady rocking motion of the car was making her eyelids heavy. As her body began to relax back into the seat she was jerked from her impending slumber when Rowan kicked the bottom of her foot, “stay awake,” he barked and Vic rolled her eyes as she sat up, folding her arms over her chest. Volkov had insisted that Vic ride back with Rowan, Max, and Rocco alone and while she wasn’t opposed to the situation the seating arrangements had left her with Rowan and Max sitting di

Jasper Vicente would be startled at every sudden loud noise and his eyes would follow the person intently, as if constantly gauging whether the person meant harm to him or not. Still, he showed a smile when he saw Hera. It was like seeing warm sunshine after a long rain. Hera couldn’t bring herself to ask him what had happened. She didn’t want him to recall his horrible experiences. But then Jasper suddenly blurted out that the mission was rigged. Although the plan was meticulously made, all of a sudden, reinforcements came too late. It was only luck that he even survived and was intact with only bullet wounds all over his body. Hera wasn’t sure if this was his PTSD talking. But she still to

her mother, Susan, asked. "Multiple sites. Some on-pack territory, some in allied locations. The fewer people who know all the locations, the safer everyone is." I looked out at my pack. "I won't lie to you. This is dangerous. But we've faced worse. We survived a Council conspiracy, a coalition war, and European Alpha interference. We'll survive this, too." "What do you need from us?" Patricia Lowell spoke up from the elder section. "Vigilance. If you see anything suspicious, strangers watching the territory, unusual activity near borders, anything, report it immediately." I paused. "And I need volunteers. Wolves are willing to train specifically for anti-Hunter combat. This is a dangerous d

Aside from that, this class will introduce you to the worst criminal minds in the history of mankind. "Some of them," said Greg. "Are still on the run." He paused and sighed. "Forgive me that was wrong. Some of them aren't running, but pursuing--- pursuing the government in their own way." The worst of them is the group of vigilante calling themselves Populace Bandits. This is their insignia. The screen shifted to an image of two letters conjoined, forming a butterfly that's missing a quarter of its wing. Ominous, the only word I can describe it. And for the first time, I raised a hand to ask a question.

Azrael blurted out while forming speculations in her head. “Who’s that? How do you know him? What does he do?” Rad showered Azrael with questions that’s why Nae handed the papers back to him. They all paid attention to one person Azrael recognizes, “He’s a vigilante and a nomad.” Rad said aloud. “What? Is he an avenger?” Ouriel queried, he started to peek through the papers too. “He believes in something that the humans cannot accept.” Rad announced in a sorrowful and sarcastic tone.

A cup of coffee sat in front of him, untouched and probably cold. "You said it was important." "It is." He leaned back, studying her with an intensity that made her want to look away. But she held his gaze, refusing to be the first to break. "What do you know about the Sentinel?" The question threw her. "The vigilante? Only what everyone knows. Someone's been taking down gang operations across the South Side for the past two years. The police can't catch him. The gangs are terrified of him." She frowned. "What does that have to do with—"