Novel & Cerita A Vengeful Fate

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

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

I rose, my body thrumming with power, with hatred, with the memory of his face and the way he’d dared to reach for me. Tomorrow, the moon would fade. And with it, my chance. Tonight was all I had. I would not fail again. Not when my mother’s wrath was waiting. Not when his bloodline had cursed us all. Not when the promise of vengeance burned hotter than the fire in my veins. I pressed my palm to the stone wall, staring out at the silver sky. “Royal,” I whispered, my lips curling into a bitter smile. “Your heart will beat in my hand before dawn.”

But I never saw the bitterness brewing beneath it all. It wasn’t until the day I died that the truth hit me. The fire tore through my skin, but all I could feel was the burning need for revenge. A vengeance so deep, it threatened to consume everything in its path. I wasn’t just given a second chance to make things right with Sebastian. I was given a second chance to destroy those who destroyed me. I was reborn through flames. And I will lay waste to them all. I lay down again, but I couldn't sleep.

A fire that held out the hope of retaliation—that one day, I would rise above those who had devastated my life and exact my vengeance on them. I knew I had a rough road ahead of me, and that my quest for vengeance would demand many pains and sacrifices. However, I was ready to put up with everything and wait patiently for the day I could express my true intentions. I looked out of the window at the starry night, and I felt instantly more purposeful than before. The chamber may have brought back bitter and betraying memories, but it also marked the beginning of a new phase in which I would wait patiently for the right moment to take vengeance and ultimately bring destruction upon those who ha

Jimmy smiled, but it was a bitter, calculated smile. "What I want... is revenge." He looked at Gutemberg with eyes burning with fury. "I’m going to make you pay for everything that happened, for what was stolen from me. And if that means destroying everyone you love, then I will. I won’t let you get away with everything you made me go through."