Bloody Revenge Novels & Stories

He gestured for me to come closer. At first, I didn't react. I stood in the same spot I was in and watched the man. Finally, it was time to take the revenge I'd been planning on. I took a step towards him with my axe poised to cut through him. “This is for the innocent blood you shed.” I closed the distance between us and stood in front of him. With his hand still wrapped tightly around his neck, Moon caused him to kneel in front of me. “This is for the blood of my family!” I cut his head off in one neat slide.

“When the Moon-Lake Pack was still powerful, you were arrogant. You bullied everyone here at the academy—especially Wynette.” “You owe them an apology.” “Drink a glass for each of them.” I looked at the table. It wasn’t just a few glasses. It was dozens—each one filled with potent spirits. Not ordinary wine. These were dangerous even for a healthy wolf. My wolf was already weak. Barely holding on. I inhaled shakily. “What if I refuse?” One of them leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. “Taryn, you have no pack now. No name. No power. You sure you want to make enemies again?”

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.

Then he added, “We’re not here for you, Laura. We’re here for him. The son of Carlos and Bethany. He’s going to die for what they did to our prince!” I froze, for less than a breath. So that’s what this was. Revenge. Just not mine. But Sebastian’s blood belonged to me. My vengeance. My closure. My blade. No one ends his life unless it’s me. The vampire lunged, and I moved with him—fast, hard, violent. Our bodies collided in a flurry of fists and claws, my wolf seething under my skin as I ducked under a swipe and landed a sharp blow to his ribs.

But that was none of my business - Anyone who dared to hinder my revenge would be killed as well. The sharp and narrow fangs slid down the throat with ease. The warm blood splattered on our faces and hair. I saw Abraham widen his eyes in horror. His blue pupils darkened because of the pain. He called out Quentin while I felt the excitement of revenge. I couldn't kill this damn man immediately. That was not enough for him. It was better that he would see the members of the Black Pack died one by one.- Monica and I were so happy now. Then our eyes targeted the maids, who were not standing far away.

he says in Italian, well this is going to be fun to deal with. “Let’s find a place more private for us to talk” I say to Marco, this isn’t going to work here, we need a better place. I’m not proud of things I do, sometimes work takes us to dark places, but sometimes the darkness wins, sometimes it’s even worse than depression, depression comes from within, sometimes, we don’t have any control over it. But tonight I gave in to darkness, tonight I’m the one who went to the dark side, there’s this way to get anyone to talk, whether they want to or not. He spit in my face, he cursed me, he refused to talk, but that only got on my dark side, that got my demons out, that got me thirsty for blood h

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

Blood spread beneath him like a crimson flower in bloom. Rhea stood frozen in place. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. She stared at the blood pooling across the floor and suddenly realized that the cruelest revenge in this world is not hatred. It is watching someone willingly destroy himself for you, and knowing you will never dare to believe him again.

she says flatly. The words slice through the air like a blade. I don’t answer. That’s her confirmation. Scarlett folds her arms, voice trembling now. “You still love her. After everything.” “Love,” I repeat softly, tasting the word like venom. “Isn’t the right term.” “Then what is?” “Obsession, revenge, disgust,” I say. “Retribution. Take your pick.” Scarlett’s face twists—hurt, fury, disbelief. “You’re pathetic.”

I bursted angrily at him and I kneeled down as I put the knife ready on his throat. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry okay? I will give you all the money you want.. but please let me live." He begged and I let out a cold dry laugh. I decided to trace my knife to his back and he screamed in pain. "Please.. please.." He begged and I turned to one of my men to finish it. He killed Hyde Black instantly by stabbing the knife right into his heart. I really wondered why all the people in Reyes Oil do a lot of dirty and evil stuff one their free time. I changed my clothes and gave it to Daisy so she can burn it along with the body.