A Vengeful Fate の小説・ストーリー

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.

We were not merely two wolves brought together by circumstance, but rather a fated pair destined to confront the forces that threatened our pack. The forgotten past revealed a prophecy, whispered in hushed tones through the ages. It spoke of an Alpha and a chosen one, bound by a sacred bond and destined to face a formidable adversary. The true nature of the rogues that had captured Alpha Damien was far more sinister than we had ever imagined. They were not mere outcasts but a malevolent force seeking to shatter the delicate balance between light and darkness.

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA It's more karma than vengeance, but it counts. Dylan Thompson, James Miller, and Tom Sanders will pay for what they have done to me. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to make them wish they'd never met me; they always say save the best for last, so my vengeance on them will be my grand finale, but the others will have to pay first. Leo

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

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.

But then, slowly, he shifted back into his human form, his expression twisted with anger and something darker—a glint of pure hatred that sent a chill down my spine. “You may have won this fight, Kane,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “But this isn’t over.” Kane’s eyes narrowed, his voice steady but laced with warning. “It is over, Father. You’ve lost. Accept it.” But Marcus only smiled, a cold, bitter smile that held a promise of revenge. Without another word, he pushed himself to his feet, casting a final, scornful glance in my direction before he turned and stalked away, disappearing into the shadows.

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

"Revenge isn't free. It’s a debt paid in blood and submission. You think you’re tough because you survived a cheating boyfriend? “You’re a wolf-less girl in a world of monsters. Without me, Agatha will have you back in Harold’s bed by morning." I looked at the ice in his blue eyes. I was terrified of him, but I was more terrified of going back to being the girl who cried while others took everything from her. "I want him ruined," I whispered, my voice thick with a thirst for vengeance. "I want to see the moment he realizes he lost everything to the man he hates most." "Then sign your soul over to the Reaper," Horace murmured. He traced the line of my jaw with his thumb, forcing me to meet hi