All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 911 - Chapter 920

Author's note: As we approach the end of the month, I will begin dropping mass chapters in bulk, please bare with the pace, and thank you for reading. EnjoyIvonne's pov"Ah, Ivonne," Larry purred, his red eyes glinting with satisfaction. "I knew you would come. I have been waiting for you! I knew the moment you realized how helpless your little Alpha was, you would walk right into my hands."He took a step down the stairs, spreading his arms wide. "Look at you. You didn't even bring your precious pack. I'm a little surprised, to be honest. I kind of expected you to at least TRY to bring your friends along, but I can sense that they are nowhere near here. Why is that?""It's none of your business," I said. My voice was completely flat. Cold. "Where are my children?"Larry chuckled, pressing for an answer. "Come now, Ivonne. It's not like you to walk into a trap completely unprotected. Are you not scared of what will happen to you without your friends here?"I stared straight into his

Ivonne’s povBlack flames now danced across my fingertips, burning hot and cold all at once. The world around me had turned into a sea of red, blurred and twisted by the monstrous darkness clawing at my mind. I couldn't see my friends anymore.I couldn't see the ancient stone of the courtyard. All I saw were enemies. Weak, foolish creatures trying to stop me from protecting my babies."Kill them," the voices hissed, scratching at the inside of my skull like razor blades. "They are holding you back. Cut them off!""Yes," I whispered to myself, my voice echoing with a horrifying, double-layered tone. "Cut them off."I raised both of my hands, targeting the group standing near the entrance, trying to blast them apart, but Leo, Sevrin, and Thorin moved with incredible speed, diving across the floor to hide the crying twins and shield the injured Oracle."Ivonne, no!" Denise screamed, her voice cracking with pure terror.I ignored her. I thrust my arms forward, sending a massive, roaring t

Ivonne’s pov"What is the choice, Ulfris?" I begged, tears blinding me. "Tell me! What do I have to do?!"There are two paths before you, Ulfris said, his voice solemn. Path One: You let Hector go. You use the absolute tiny sliver of life you have left to grab your babies, help your pack, and run. You fight off the Black Mass just enough to escape across the territory borders. Without a physical host to anchor it, the Black Mass will eventually dissipate into the void. You will live. You will raise your twins. You will survive... but Hector will remain dead forever, and Larry will remain a pile of skin and bones.I choked on a sob, looking down at Hector's pale, peaceful face. "Live without him? Raise our children alone knowing I killed him?"Path Two, Ulfris continued, his voice heavy with tragic weight. Is a terrible, devastating trade. To bring Hector back from the other world, simple magic is not enough. You do not have enough energy to wake him. Therefore, you must pull the immor

Hector's povI held her cold body against my chest, and the world completely stopped."Ivonne..." I sobbed, my voice cracking into a million broken pieces. "Ivonne, please... open your eyes. Look at me. I'm right here. Your husband is right here!"Her skin was ice-cold. Her long lashes rested peacefully against her deathly pale cheeks. There was no trace of the terrifying black magic on her skin anymore. There were no blood-red flames in her eyes. She looked like an angel just sleeping in my arms.But her chest wasn't rising. She wasn't breathing."No, no, no!" I screamed, pulling her limp frame closer, burying my face into the crook of her neck. The scent of sweet vanilla and fresh rain that usually comforted me was faint, fading away into the chilly air. "You can't do this! Ivonne, please! Open your eyes!""Hector..." Denise cried out behind me, dropping to her knees, her hands covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face."Fix her!" I roared at the Oracle, turning my bloodsho

Hector's povI stood frozen in the ruined courtyard of the Obsidian Spire, my knuckles white as I gripped the hilt of my sword.The air was thick with the suffocating stench of ozone, burnt stone, and spent dark magic. Whispers of black smoke still curled off the fractured pavement, but through the haze, the figure who had just dropped between us stood tall, her posture unyielding.Larry was staring at her, his dark eyes wide, his jaw slack, and his hands trembling so violently that the black flames he had summoned flickered out into nothingness. Chelsea had Alison's face, the soft jawline, the high cheekbones, the long dark hair spilling over her shoulders like silk. But her eyes were completely different.They didn't hold the cold, cruel, twisted glare that Alison had worn for years. They were clear, filled with a quiet, tragic wisdom."You have her face..." Larry rasped, his hand flying to his chest as if he couldn't catch his breath. "You are wearing my daughter's body! How is th