Ablaze With Vengeance Novels & Stories

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las

He said quietly, his voice strained and sorrowful. “You didn’t, the treaty did. The Blood Pack's vengeance did.” “My brother’s vengeance, you mean,” he said, his voice sharper than I anticipated, “I am one of them.” “You were. You left. You chose what’s good.” I urged, seeing the turmoil bubbling under his skin. “The same blood courses through my veins, though. The blame falls to me for this violence.” “It doesn’t!” I protested, “No one in this pack holds you to blame for this. This is the mistakes of our ancestors arrogance.”

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.

Dangerous. “You’re right,” he said, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. “A ring doesn’t make you mine.” His gaze locked on me, sharp as a blade. “But your fear will. Your fight will. Every piece of you that burns—I’ll take it until there’s nothing left but ash.” A shiver ran down my spine. Not from fear. Never fear. From fury. From something hotter that I refused to name. I lifted my chin. “I will never belong to you.”

The smell of singed hair filled the chamber and Vanadine staggered as he got to his feet once more, pain rippling up one arm where blisters rose. He concentrated, drawing a barrier around himself so she could not use flame against him again and advanced. They were quite evenly matched, Vanadine found. Horann’s incandescent hatred spurring her on as she came for him again. Blood flowed down what was left of her face but she ignored it as she stabbed at his belly with her talons. Vanadine felt the blow and heard the grunt he made as he folded under the unexpected punch, his vision darkening as he fought to breathe.

My fingers trembled as I hovered over the collapsed comments section, hesitating to open it, my heart heavy with anguish. "Don’t look." Noman grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "Violet, they’re not worth it." I clenched his hand in return, gradually tightening my grip. "No, I want to remember their faces now and their cruelty." Just like when the Rivers family fell, those who once praised me to the skies couldn’t wait to tear me apart, using my downfall to paint themselves as victims. I had learned my lesson back then, yet I still misplaced my trust and gave my heart to the wrong people.

I saw flashes then—future upon future—each worse than the last. Adam standing on a battlefield, bloodied and broken, reaching for me as the light drained from his eyes. His brothers falling one by one. The palace collapsing. Kingdoms burning. Emptiness stretching on long after the last scream faded. “This is the price,” the woman intoned. “Innocent blood for vengeance.” “No,” I whispered, sinking to my knees. “I wanted justice.” Lightning struck the ground between us, splitting it open, fire roaring up from the fissure. And I screamed—

Seeing the greenish tint of the flesh surrounding the splintered bones of his shoulder. She caught a whiff of the putrid odor making her cry out. “What have you done?” “It wasn’t us!” Almora screeched. “It was you he was with, if you recall. And it was that black beast that ripped through him, setting in the rot.” The plague of Cimmerri and their weapons was renowned through Ardae for its poison. Even to immortal beings. Flinching, Nim couldn’t deny the truth of her words. Biting her lip her eyes roved his tormented face.

He is the most cruel and ruthless person I have ever met and I happen to be his threat and number one enemy. He is indestructible for now, but one day I will render him destructible and avenge my parents and everyone he and his friends have enslaved, tortured and killed. I have no idea how I will achieve this, but the prophecy carries a promise that keeps me going. I, Abigail of the former Lilly town creek pack, shall be the end of him. He and his friends can hunt, humiliate and torture me but they can’t kill me.

I stabbed my finger into his chest hard enough to bend my nail, but pain was nothing more than a dull buzz in the back of my mind. “From this point on you’re going to leave Olive the fuck alone. Do you hear me? No more touching her, no more speaking to her. You better not even so much as glance her fucking way or else—” Blaze’s thin lips peeled back to expose his shiny, white teeth. “Or else what, Violet? What is a meaningless, pathetic she-wolf such as yourself going to do?” “I’ll fucking kill you.” I growled lowly. The way sea glass exploded against a cold tile floor, the murderous rage holding me in its hands shattered. As soon as it vanished, my head cleared, and horror took root.