A Vengeful Fate Novels & Stories

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

The memories of their beautiful love story invaded her mind. The world felt so empty and dark without him by her side anymore. As if her soul and light had just perished with him. "Arecas my love. They spilled your blood and ripped you out of my life!" “In return, I shall claim my vengeance with your life for all their lives.” “I do not care what beasts I have to summon even from hell; I shall make sure that they are ALL wiped away from existence. I promise to wreak havoc, death, and chaos to their Immortal lives.”

Whilst the stood together, Leo furiously planned, for the one whom had claimed his beloved was to know no mercy ar his hands, a pain worst than death, Leo had decided to unleashe, as he awaited so steadily the next sunrise. A daughter, sons, an enemy, a buried heart, a vengeful soul, their fates had been intertwined for so long, a certain fact of a blood baths day.

“The establishment your husband escaped from doesn't exist anymore. There was a fire, and most of the people there died. Doubt there were any survivors.” A fire. No survivors. Yet Vincent was here. And Silas was alive. My gaze shifted toward Vincent and I started at the brass chain on his outstretched hand. The same chain my father had given me when I was young. The same one I had used to mark what belonged to me. Back then, I had believed I lost it forever. I had searched. I had sent people after him. I had been told there was nothing left to find. But now the pieces refused to stay apart. The chain. The fire. Silas. Vincent.

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

“What the fuck are you up to?” “I…” August huffs, clearly fighting to not speak. “Must… keep…” “Stop spewing your bullshit about fate!” Vance snarls, leaning in close. “What is your purpose?” “The end,” August rasps, rage filling his expression. “The end of all vampires.” “What end?” Vance demands. “What the fuck do you have planned?” “Not me. The goddess of light will take her revenge for your goddess taking her one true love, but in order for that to happen, he,” August continues, nodding toward Atticus. “Can’t be involved.”

And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me. They didn’t question me again after that because they now believe that I have always been right. But the damage was done. The curse placed upon me as a child, perhaps by the Goddess, or by guilt—festered. On the night of every full moon, I lose control. I shift, and my wolf becomes feral. Unrecognizable. Unstoppable. A beast even I can’t tame. I ordered to be chained down—alone in the dungeon—to keep my pack safe.

But she plans to get even with everyone that has hurt her, even if they didn’t do it yet, they already did once and that was enough for her. The people she hates the most in the whole world is her good family and she will get them back, she really hates them. They betrayed her and used her to get a comfortable life while she paid for it with her suffering. They owe her a debt and as they say karma's a bitch and she is one bitch that crawled out of hell and she is here to collect on the debts owed to her. She put her breakfast on a plate and went to the dinning to eat her breakfast. She had a long day ahead of her.

I felt the power coursing through me, a surge of raw, primal energy that whispered promises of vengeance and hope intertwined—two flames burning bright in the darkness. This was no ordinary battle; it was a reckoning born of fire and shadow, of ancient grudges and broken bloodlines, a storm that would consume everything in its path and leave nothing but the scorched earth of a new beginning. The storm we had unleashed was a force beyond mortal control, a wild, destructive tide that would not be held back by walls or bloodshed. It was a cry of vengeance born from the deepest wounds, a furious reckoning that carried the weight of countless lives lost and promises betrayed.