Ablaze With Vengeance Novels & Stories

, he bristled Cassie had seem calm through out this conversation but what Leo said really got her fuming mad. "How could he say that she the great Cassandra Turner wasn't worth it. And what?! she should feel honored that he kissed her. He must be out of his mind", she thought. Filled with rage, she slapped him. Leo was stunned when she slapped him. He hadn't expected that. He looked at her in shock. No one had ever dared raised their hand to him except his father of course. And at some point, even his dad had stopped. So who did this woman think she was that she even dared to slap him.

The flames were not just physical; they tore at her soul, devouring everything in their path. Revenge. It surged through her like a wave, consuming her thoughts before the darkness took hold. She felt the need for vengeance rise, a primal hunger. She was not going to die weak. She was not going to die forgotten. The flames roared louder in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the pack, the sounds of her betrayal. She could feel the heat, the burn, and her blood seemed to boil with it. The thought of Darius—of all of them—betraying her, casting her aside, pretending she was nothing… the betrayal that had ripped her apart inside. It was the last thing she would ever feel.

However, he kept on forgetting to tell her about it. He quickly turned around, driving toward their direction. Meanwhile… A deadly flash entered Ember’s eyes as the man took out a dagger. She was filled with despair, and she could only hold Avery tight. All she was focused on was to protect Avery from getting hurt by this strange man. Suddenly, beams of bright light shot into their eyes, and they almost couldn’t open their eyes. Ember could see the familiar figure from the light. It was Caleb! The man had only opened his eyes when Caleb had already reached his back. His dagger was already going to stab into Ember’s shoulder, but Caleb grabbed it.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

As the words rang through the air, Ambrose exploded into the air as he raised his arms. "To hell with all of you! Blazefire Omnipotent!" The words fell from Ambrose's lips coldly as the temperature around him rose, followed by a bright flame forming and rolling off in the direction of the sand pirates. The Blazefire Omnipotent was a move that Ambrose had learned from the Incandescent Sect. Ambrose once had Matteo Hanson of the Incandescent Sect as a master, and he remembered all that he had learned even after the downfall and disappearance of both.

"Upon him I will visit famine and a fire, till all around him desolation rings. And all the demons in the outer dark look on amazed and recognise that vengeance is the business of a man." - Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind * * * * Ren Shibasaki panted, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. There were several cuts on his body, and his clothes were also stained red with his blood. Blood was slowly dripping off Elvigar, and Ren winced slightly, as he was fairly sure that he had probably dislocated, if not fractured his right arm.

He came like a storm walking on two legs. Not for love. Not for power. But for vengeance. Not the seething, silent kind that waits in the shadows. No—this was fire vengeance. Screaming vengeance. The kind of wrath that could birth legends or burn worlds to ash, and didn’t care which came first. Victor crossed the Hollowborn border with no crown and no sigil. Only bone. Bone armor lashed to his chest with the tendons of traitors. Bone claws that scraped against stone when he walked. Bone wolves at his heels—half-spirit, half-skin, stitched together from nightmares and the dead.

I clenched my fists. “Take them back,” I growled. Kael was crying now, but silently. Still glaring at me. No doubt cursing my existence. He wouldn't be the first. “I’ll make her bleed,” I said to the fire. “But not too soon.” Because pain… was sweeter when it ripened. And vengeance tasted better when served after the false belief of hope. Joran stood at the edge of the tent, silent, waiting for my signal to move. But I stayed there, watching the black flame dance. It didn’t flicker like ordinary fire. It twisted, hungrily, curling toward my face as if it knew me. As if it wanted me to feed it again.

Blaze, his rage a blazing inferno within him, fought with a primal ferocity that left the rogues reeling, his every movement a symphony of raw power and controlled aggression. As the battle rages on, the tide of the fight turns in favor of Blaze, Alexa, and Dexter, their combined strength and unity proving to be an unstoppable force against the rogues. Together, they fight as one, a well-oiled machine of teeth and claws that moves with a synchronicity born of years of shared bonds and unbreakable loyalty.

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.