A Vengeful Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

His jaw got clenched as that picture raked old memories which were filled with miseries, sorrows, rage and vengeance. "I know what I am doing is wrong but there are times brother when you need to be selfish. Xavier and his father had made us cry a lot. Maybe you have forgotten their treachery and forgiven them but I haven't. That fire of vengeance is still alive in my heart and Rosaline's betrayal has only fanned the flames of my revenge more. Now that fire will devour everyone. I won't spare anyone and Xavier, you have played enough. You have laughed enough now it's time for you to pay for your as well as for your father's sins." *****

“One more move. One more misstep. And he’s mine.” The flames of vengeance never faded. They simply waited to be fed. And tonight, I was ready to burn the world.

“Consider it done, Vova. We will light up the Ionian coast like a Christmas tree. I will ensure that not even a rat escapes that facility.” I clapped him on the shoulder, a rare, powerful physical contact. “Go. The time for sorrow is over. Now, the time for vengeance begins.” As Viktor turned to issue the final orders, I stood alone once more. I ran a gloved hand across my jaw, feeling the familiar, cold presence of the Don settling back into his role. My mother was gone, and Isabella was waiting. The calculation was simple: use the grief as fuel, and let the chaos of the final attack cleanse the earth of the man who had dared to touch my past and my future. I was coming, Isabella. And I was

They were filled with fury and something I couldn’t quite read. “Kale Vale” I muttered. I overheard Hayden and the pack discussing him once. He was our enemy, but fate had brought me to him. I'll use his vengeance to light my own. And when the time came, Hayden and everyone who betrayed me would fall — by my hand or his.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

she said. I scoffed quietly. “Why not?” “Because fate is already listening.” I hated when she spoke like that. Always in riddles. Always like she knew more than she allowed herself to say. I swallowed a sip of tea bitterly. “He deserved worse.” “Yes,” she agreed calmly. “But vengeance is greedy. Feed it once and it demands more.” My jaw tightened. “You expect me to forgive them?” “No.” “Then what exactly do you want from me?” Madam Lavinge turned toward me fully now. Her eyes looked older this morning. Heavy and tired. “I want you to survive what is coming.”

Virgil PoV. I sat on my throne, my left hand resting against the cold armrest while my toes tapped an irregular rhythm on the black marble floor. I had waited far too long, expending every ounce of patience for each step of my meticulously crafted plan for revenge, a vengeance rooted deep within me. Now, my anger consumed what little control I had left. The thought of Selena’s offspring has echoed in my mind since Valeria's death. She was the target of my wrath, a tool to be destroyed to lure her mother into my grasp for the crime of taking Valeria from me.

Charlene screamed, struggling to move. The same eerie fate from before shimmered into the room, its voice cold and mocking. "Took you long enough. I saw you earlier—fell right into my trap. Now I have two for the price of one. Unfortunately, I don’t need both of you. One of you will die." Charlene's defiance flared. "If you touch my father, I’ll kill you myself!" Renew winced, thinking, Why doesn’t she ever think before she speaks? The fate smirked, its sinister grin widening. "Little offspring is here... Oh, this will be fun!"

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "Yes. I must know the truth about these symbols and the sacrifices." The hooded stranger took a slow step forward. "The curse you are speaking of is not of chance. It was forged in fire and closed in blood. The ritual was a closing with powers beyond any beast or human. And the Seeker, the old priest, was he who foretold this fate." I shivered. "Why do you tell me this? What do you want?" The figure paused. "I see the fire of vengeance in you. But beware, Aria. The black magic you wish to use can destroy you. All sacrifices have a cost. Do you wish to pay it?"

A chorus of mourning that rattles the very ground. We lift our heads and join them, our voices rising to the moon, howling our loss as the goddess shines down on what remains. We may have survived — but Silver Dawn has been gutted. The pack has lost its heart and its future in a single night. And deep inside me, one thought takes root, sharp and unshakable: this wasn’t random. This wasn’t chance. Someone sent those rogues. And someone is going to pay.