A Dark Revenge Romance Series Novels & Stories

“Remember?” “I don’t care what you think. I’m keeping you safe.” My teeth clenched. I felt a rush of anger at his stubbornness. When all I wanted was for him to retreat. For all I knew, whoever that was after me could be dangerous. I’d done so many fucked up things in my past. I’d crossed boundaries and paths with capos, dangerous people, assassins, that… I had no idea what was coming next. Maybe someone was trying to get revenge for something I’d done yet couldn’t remember.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

All this time I had thought I was getting my revenge on Jonas, I was only ridding him of the burden on his shoulders: the daughter he didn't love. "I don't-I don't care. S-she's still his blood... I h-have to get my revenge somehow... Elle... I can't just-" "She is a victim, just like you. She's been abused right from childhood, trying to fit it where she wasn't needed. And then she was kidnapped, tortured and raped for a crime she didn't even commit?!" My heart clenched. "I understand your need for revenge. But it doesn't change the fact that I am completely disappointed in you."

I had to tilt my head back to look at him. The scent of him… rain, leather, and something dark and musky…flooded my senses. He leaned down. His face was inches from mine. I could see the flecks of gold in his black eyes. I could see the tiny scar above his eyebrow. “You want to be a prosecutor again? This will open the door to the life you want. You want revenge on Marcus? Of course I know how my fucking Nephew fucks around with his secretary. I don’t hire employees, Rhiannon. I own assets. You can leave. Right now. Walk away.”

A werewolf rejected when he first meets his mate might just lose his wolf, but for a person who loses his mate after forming a strong bond, death is inevitable. My strength was nothing compared to the Crimson Alpha and I would never have the resources he did, but this little bond between us was all I had to get my revenge on him. I knew I couldn't fight the mate bond forever, but all I had to do was make him fall first then reject him. The sins of the father was about to be visited on the child, I smiled

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"She is. You will answer to Elira Blackthorne. Her word is law. If she wants you gone, you go. If she wants you promoted, you stay." That's when I saw him. Damien, her ex fiance was standing near a desk, looking like he heard wrong or seen a ghost. I watched Damien's face. It was a masterpiece of agony. He was just a manager now, a nobody in the company he thought he would inherit. And the woman he tried to kill was standing there, looking down at him from the heights of my power. I enjoyed the show for a few more minutes, watching the realization sink into the staff, before I leaned into Elira.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

“Unhinged? He has my Luna, Axel. The goddess bound her to me, and now that snake has his claws on her. I can feel her how scared she is, fighting, her wolf clawing at mine like it’s the only damn thing keeping her from breaking.” My voice cracked on the last words and I hated it. Hated the vulnerability snaking through my rage. Ten years ago, Killian had left me broken, comatose, my body a wreck from that “accident” he’d orchestrated. I’d woken up to a world that saw me as weak, a pup playing at Alpha. But I’d clawed my way back. Healed. Built Rivermist into a fortress. And now? He has come back to steal the one light seeping through my darkness. Axel’s jaw tightened, his own wolf’s gold dan