About Revenge Novels & Stories

Renee muttered in a low voice. There was a sense of gratitude Renee felt when she was still given a chance to live. That's because Renee still wants to carry out her revenge. Renee will not be willing to die just like that before she avenges her revenge that has been hidden for so long from Robin and his family. The resentment was so firmly embedded in Renee's heart that it could not just disappear. A vengeance filled with great hatred Renee felt so strongly in her heart that she had to rise and avenge it perfectly.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

“But even if I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive them… Still, it doesn't seem right to make them lose their jobs just to get back at me. - Missy concluded with a sad sigh, trying to remain calm. - And you honestly don't think about it, even after everything? Logan narrowed his eyes, as if he was assessing her. - On what? Missy questioned, not understanding what he was referring to. - Revenge. he clarified, his expression livid. - Oh... - she widened her eyes in surprise and swallowed hard, before answering - Well... No. I'm really hurt and angry, don't get me wrong, but... I haven't really thought about it. – she pondered, uncertain – The truth is that I never did that kind of thing.

No accidents here. Have I become every bit as vile and cruel as those I’ve sworn to bring to justice? Or will this one act finally undo all the harm that’s been plaguing me since my doomed wedding? I’ve bent myself around the notion of revenge from the moment my father was killed. Now that I’ve had my vengeance, though, what am I supposed to do? What happens now?

This was someone wound too tight, someone being pushed toward something dangerous. Rob’s tone softened, but it was firm. “Revenge isn’t going to fix anything, Vince. It never does. It only creates a loop you can’t get out of. It drags you in, then drags the next person, and the next, until nobody remembers what they were even fighting for.” Vince swallowed, jaw clenched. His mind wasn’t calm enough to hear the reason. Veronica’s voice was still loud in his head. His father’s death was still fresh and his pride was bruised and his anger was hungry.

The judge showed no mercy during sentencing. "Your actions directly led to the death of an innocent young woman," he said sternly. "This court finds your crimes particularly heinous." Prison was a nightmare for Celeste. The pampered princess who had never worked a day in her life was suddenly surrounded by hardened criminals. They showed no sympathy for her tears or her claims of innocence. Every day brought new humiliations and torments. She had plenty of time to think about what she had done. And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

If there was one thing in the world that you wish for, what would it be? Fame? Riches? Love? How about revenge? Revenge is something every living soul experience once or more in their lifetime. A goal that is fueled by hate, betrayal, deception. Whatever negative emotion or act inflicted upon said victim. Revenge is a fire that burns brightest, making one blind to reason as they see through to the fallout of their actions. Whether it hurts their target or them in the end, the outcome always leads to consequences.