Ablaze With Vengeance Novels & Stories

It was a death sentence. “Blaze!” Trevor tossed Blaze the two wooden stakes he was holding in his hand. With a nod at Trevor, Blaze caught them. “I repeat, no one shall help him! This is a pack of law and rules. We shall not help a betrayer.” Cole devastatingly commanded every pack member not to help their Alpha as he threw Trevor a pointed look. It was one against several vampires and rogues. All of them came at Blaze at once. Blaze took out a vampire in a single roundhouse kick as he plunged the wooden stake into his chest before pulling it out. He landed on the ground, motionless.

Voss pyre-materialized next, cane thumping ground-flame that singed rugs, eyes shard-covetous blazing in wrinkled features—pyre-warmth radiating like a hearth's embrace, but laced with the bitter smoke of old vendettas. “Scrys warn escalation; my rituals amplify if you dare the sanctum's heart,” she rasped, her voice crackling like embers, leaning on her cane as flames danced at her fingertips. “But beware, flame-heir—the void-veins hunger for blood like mine was twisted. What's your cut in this forge? Vengeance shared, or do you hoard the rituals' glow?”

Her actions became wild and unpredictable, driven by a rage that seemed to know no bounds. "It's too fucking late!" she shrieked, her voice like a razor's edge, slicing through the air. With a swift, almost casual gesture, she flicked her wrist, unleashing a blast of dark energy that incinerated the remaining Necromancers. Blaze's screams were cut short as he was consumed by the inferno, his body reduced to a smoldering, charred husk in the blink of an eye. The sheer brutality of Haven's actions left me aghast, my mind reeling from the sudden, horrific turn of events. Roxy suddenly released me and before I realized it, she had fallen to the ground. I turned on my Vampire hearing, listening f

In a moment of realization, he loosens his grip, a wave of regret washing over him as he acknowledges, "My sincere apologies. I hadn't realized I was truly stifling you. Did I hurt you?" Teasingly, she quips, "No, you didn't. Have I managed to evoke tears from the almighty Alpha King?" Astrid delicately employs her fingertips to whisk away the trails of tears cascading down his cheeks. With fervor in his eyes, Blaze declares, "You underestimate the lengths I would go for you, Astrid. I would set the world ablaze for you and annihilate anyone daring to harm you. I would vanquish them all without hesitation. Their demise would be swift and thorough."

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

A fire that long since burned out. But now, it's crackling. A living flame and all I want to do is burn everything to the ground with it. Tears wet my face as I stared at the name scribbled on the journal. Dante Romano. I guess I'll be your new predator.

Alpha Lucien Varkas Standing at the edge of the LV Pack Hunters skyscraper he felt like that was the only honest thing in his life at the moment. It was cold, sharp, and owed nothing to the Cross bloodline. Lucien Varkas stood on the gravel-lined roof, his eyes fixed on the sprawling city below. To the world, he was the Apex—the Alpha of the most formidable pack in the territory. To himself, he was a high-bred stud in a gilded cage, his life and legacy signed away the moment he’d been forced into a Status Bond with Amy Cross.

“Hold on tight.” The world explodes into motion. Tires bite into dirt and asphalt as we surge forward - a storm of wolves and steel tearing through the dawn. Wind whips against my face, cold and alive, carrying the scent of rain and blood. My heart beats in sync with the engine’s rhythm - steady, relentless, unstoppable. Every mile brings us closer. Closer to vengeance. Closer to the moment I drive my blade through Varrick’s heart and end this war my way. The bond pulses beneath my skin - golden, alive - reminding me I’m not alone. Rafe’s strength anchors me in front, Calder’s presence steadies me behind. For once, we all burn the same.

Joyce snarled, swinging hard. “And he wasn’t yours! He has always been mine!” I spat, ducking low and slashing Joyce’s side. She screamed in pain but kept coming, rage making her wild. A mist of blood sprayed as I finally spun and drove my blade deep into Joyce’s chest. “Die! Like the betrayal that you are!” I growled, as I watched her stagger, her eyes wide with shock, before collapsing to the marble floor. I ripped my sword free, my chest heaving; no time to savor the victory. The enemy pressed in harder.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.