A Suitable Vengeance Novels & Stories

Ethan felt his ribs strain, his vision blurring. But the System whispered calmly in his ear: [Counter pattern identified. Weak point: left side ribcage, beneath armor seam.] Ethan seized the knife, twisting his body. With a roar, he drove the blade into Vance’s side, burying it deep beneath the armor seam. Vance’s eyes widened, shock flickering across his scarred face. He staggered back, gasping. Ethan rose, panting heavily, and delivered the final shot point-blank to the mercenary’s chest.

"Did you enjoy watching me take her?" The rage finally boiled over, bypassing the filter of my fear. I spat the words out, my voice dripping with cold, concentrated venom. "You didn't do it for pleasure, Mr Vale. Did you? You did it for the audience, you used her just like you use everyone else. Aren't you pathetic? A man who needs a witness to feel like a king?"

Framed and ruined tech genius Reid Brecken had constructed CipherCore, only to have it all torn from him by his partners and ruthless investor Dante West, condemning him to a rain-drenched purgatory. Presented with a lone opportunity for revenge—becoming the living duplicate of vanished tech mogul Max Sterling. Reid is subjected to a drastic transformation: his face remodeled, his mind woven inextricably into Max’s digital specter. Propelled into the golden cage of Max's existence and the sphere of his suspicious wife, Alessandra, Reid makes a shocking discovery: Max isn't missing; he's confined. And his revolutionary neural innovation, Synapse, has been turned into a weapon that West wo

Chapter 18 — The Sixth Stone ~ARIA~ There is a difference between vengeance and survival. Vengeance is hot, violent. Survival is cold. Calculated. Ruthless. Right now, I wasn’t burning. I was freezing. With blood on my hands, smoke in my lungs, and the weight of too many ghosts pressing into my spine. Giovanni was alive. Dario was a weapon now. Lorenzo was bleeding out. And the last thread holding me to anything remotely sane… had just come through a speaker, wrapped in memory and warning.

“You’re focused. Good. But anger alone won’t keep you alive.” I shot him a glance. “I know how to fight,” I said, voice low, sharp. “Not just for me. For him… for them… for the life inside me. I’ll make them regret everything.” His smirk was almost imperceptible. “Good. But survival first. Vengeance… after.” Survival was preparation. Vengeance was execution. Two sides of the same coin. I returned to the folder, tracing every name, timeline, vulnerability. Every thread could be a weapon. Every weakness is a lever. Every careless move is an opportunity.

This is vengeance. I want to be sick. The dagger remains poised above my head, the sirens are wailing my mind is torn in two. All the embarrassment at being fooled by Tange. The shame at Vez being here the whole time with me not realising. I promised Zeke vengeance, that the death of his brother would not go unpunished. Every road, every sign and feeling in my chest is pointing towards me plunging the blade downwards and claiming my glorious victory. I inhale deeply.

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

Vulnerability— Only thing a person can't realize about themselves but at the same time, give away the most, especially to their enemies. When I saw the unsetting gaze of Athena searching for Sebastian everywhere, I knew right away what move that'd get me the best out of this opportunity. Of course, my deep-rooted hatred for Sebastian and the want for revenge can never make me let go of my guards even for a second, I knew where he was cause his own trusted fellow had sold his loyalty long ago. From watching my family get destroyed in the hands of that demon Elijah's hands to standing up on my own feet to seek my revenge, I have seen it all, the best and the worst but the burning flame of veng

"You really should think about this." Fon said for the third time. Judy was back in her hiding place, going over her conversation with Lomel. "I have." She told Fon coldly. "No. If you are thinking you would see you are going down a dangerous path. Forget revenge and the throne. Leave this place before things get worse." Fon begged. "I am getting my revenge and my throne. If you won't help me then keep quiet!" Judy mentally went over Lomel's requirements. Most were easy. Flesh of an enemy, done. Silver waters, she knew just the place. Only one thing troubled her, the blood of an innocent. The only innocent she could think of was a new born baby.