A Vengeful Fate Novels & Stories

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

The pain of losing Hera caused Ares to accumulate something within his heart; revenge. Anger and sadness merged into one, giving birth to hatred and also vengeance. When someone is struck by unbearable misfortune, they will look for ways to vent it out. It can be directed towards others or oneself.

There were moments when I felt like giving up, yet the knowledge of Veronica's success in her schemes fueled my determination to rise again. I intended to reclaim all that had been taken from me. I’ll make sure they wouldn't simply fall I was resolute on pushing them to the brink of hopelessness like what they did to me. I’ll make sure they will question their existence and would regret they ever born, a wish for nonexistence. My heart simmered with anger, directed at them all. The fury I harbored was so consuming that forgiveness seemed distant. The mere thought of them fueled my seething conscience. And they, too, would face their reckoning. Karma, ever vigilant, would ensure it.

Adriano thundered, kicking his car in anger. Fate has different twist all the time, when human thinks that they gave finally conquered the evil in their life… they are living nothing except in illusion. They don't know what storm was waiting for them in the future … that storm name was Valerio Valentine who already planned to shook them to the core but they were unaware. Sometimes living in ignorance is not a bliss.

"Here!" My head snapped up, I glanced at Ben, our eyes met, then we rushed to Newt. The gangly professor was leaning over a scripture so old, the pages had coloured yellow. It was in a language I didn't understand, but Newt readout so fast it may as well have been English. "The Valderian, a warrior born every six years destined to find the stone cup." I glanced at Ben, confused. "I'm lost. What are we meant to bring them?"

It was finally time for her to strike. “It’s about time I make my appearance. Logan and the rest of his pack might have forgotten about what they did to me and my family but I haven’t. I swear on the moon that glistens, and on the stars that burn bright. I will get my revenge on them for what they did to me.” Ava makes these oaths, her eyes burning with a certain hunger. A hunger for vengeance for the ill that was perpetuated on her and her pack. She would never forget it for as long as she continued to breathe.

The fire crackled softly, casting amber light across the lavish furnishings, the polished marble tables, and the carved wooden furniture of the man who had turned her entire world into ash. Let him fall, a cold, venomous voice whispered in the dark corners of her mind. He burned your home. He slaughtered your bloodline, even if your father deserved it. He locked you in iron and claimed you as his property before his court. If Vane strikes tonight, the tyrant dies, and you are free. It was the perfect outcome. The exact vengeance she had sworn to execute five years ago, delivered cleanly by the hands of his own betrayed commander. She wouldn't even have to stain her own hands with his blood.

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

"The Red Fang pack planned this for a decade, all for this moment. Not just to destroy Black Moon, but to wipe out Silver Crest as well, and then let the two surviving heirs torture each other to death." She knelt again, her nail tracing a line down my cheek. "Such a perfect plan. Fenris thinks he's getting his revenge, but he's just another pawn in the game. Both of you are nothing but playthings for the Red Fang pack." Rage gave me a sliver of strength. "If I had known," I stared into her eyes, my voice a raw rasp, "I should have let him die in that trap." Vanessa's smile froze. "What did you say?"