A Suitable Vengeance Novels & Stories

bloom. The thing about vengeance is you can dress it however you like but at the heart of it there’s always this animal satisfaction: the exact moment when someone who has hidden rot is forced to smell it. I sank back a little. The darkness in me hummed, pleased. The part of me that loved Alessia breathed a little harder, because this could cause problems for her. But the animal in me sung a different song, one that salivated at the idea of Remo’s blood on my hands.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

I followed behind her with my phone still on my ear. “Luna, every day you wake up always think about what that man did to you, and me, and always put vengeance at the back of your heart, in everything you do, okay?” “Yes, ma'am” “Never grow weak, and do not let other people see your tears. I know Maverickis a charming young man, but do not fall for him” I was so stunned when I heard that I was forced to laugh. “What? That is not an option right now. I am not in for anything called love at this moment, and I mean it”

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

Or would she find the strength within herself to embrace forgiveness and redemption, to break free from the chains that bound her to a path of destruction? The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air as Sasha stood at the precipice, her heart torn between the allure of retribution and the flickering flame of compassion. And in that moment of profound reckoning, she realized that true strength lies not in the destruction of others, but in the ability to rise above adversity and forge a path towards healing and forgiveness. With newfound resolve, Sasha chose a different path. She would not allow vengeance to consume her, nor would she perpetuate the cycle of pain and suffering. Instead, s

His calloused fingers gently graced the rough flesh of his as he smoothly ran them until it touched the tattoo covering his left shoulder, the tattoo ran through his neck as well slightly covering it but the main source of his vengeance and hatred was on display. His index finger covered the sharp straight scar around his neck near collarbone darkening his gaze, he narrowed his eyes letting his unblinking lost gaze get stuck over it. He loved the fire this scar burn higher whenever his finger touched it, he adored the fact the venom that touch his veins at each stroke of his fingers, and he definitely preferred the power it surged in him to fasten the pace of his revenge and make everyone pa

Everyone was waiting for an answer, but her eyes were tangled in the red color of that juice. “ Vengeance. ” She whispered in a low voice. “ What? ” William Adams asked. Ana raised her head and looked back at Damon Alvarado. “ It's Vengeance. ” Ana stated confidently, staring in Damon Alvarado's cold baby blue eyes. “ Well. ” A side smirk tugged up at the corner of his lips, as he stared at Ana. “ Why do think it's Vengeance? ” Damon picked up the orange juice glass, as tension rose in the room.

"I want to hurt her. I want her to know how it feels to be abandoned. I want her to stand in the cold, holding onto nothing, watching everything she built fall apart while no one comes to save her." Damian kept staring at me. His dark eyes were unreadable, observing the raw, poisonous grief and hatred reflecting off my face. He didn't offer fake sympathy or useless comfort, and that was precisely why we worked so well together. He understood the language of vengeance. He knew that when you have been stripped of your place, your name, and your rightful life, the only thing that brings peace is burning down the world that stole it from you. The heavy tension in the room hung between us for a l