Bloody Revenge Novels & Stories

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

She had what it takes to avenge her parent’s murderer; he on the other hand didn’t even know where to start off. “So much for dreams.” He muttered and bent down to gather the pieces of broken glass together. One of the glasses decided to get revenge for their broken embodiment and sneakily sliced the tip of his finger. The noirette hissed and pulled his hand back, taking his time to carefully examine the cut. It wasn’t deep thankfully. Placing his current task aside, he held his finger underneath the running of his tap and watched as the red crimson of his blood was slowly washed away.

I said to her, turning back to my target. My chest heaved as I took aim again, dodging another barrage of bullets. One bullet scraped across my forearm again, tearing flesh and muscle, thankfully it was still to my right hand. But the pain was now getting worse. Still, I couldn’t stop. This wasn’t about surviving. This was about revenge. I moved closer to the last guy, still firing my bullets, and that was when I saw it—the same insignia on his jacket. The emblem of the mafia group that murdered my brother years ago. The reapers clan groups.

“And I vow that if I’m ever given a chance to come back, I’ll make them all pay. Everyone who had ever harmed even a hair on my head would suffer. I’ll make them pay for all of my suffering. And I’ll take everything away from them, the same exact way they took my two babies away from me. And lastly, I’ll destroy Ethan Blackwood. I’ll make sure he feels every pain he ever gave me. I swear to ruin him. To take his happiness from him completely. To destroy him. To make even breathing unbearable for him and Jennifer Anderson. I’ll have my revenge. Even if it kills me doing so.”

“That and some other bullshit about how we’ll all die, yadda yadda.” Vin nearly rolled his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he deadpanned, taking in Soren’s appearance. His second was drenched in blood and sweat, which told Vin that he’d not gone easy on Reich. Soren favored using his hands during these extractions. He believed revenge should be personal, and using his fists was as personal as one could get. “We’ll clean up our house tomorrow. We’ll sweep the whole fucking family if that’s what it takes to keep Callie safe.”

The dark side of me is curious to test it and wonder why my father enjoys it. Being very careful not to kill him, I push half an inch of the blade into his right eye, flicking the handle up instantly popping the retina. Tino is too surprised too say anything, he only opens his mouth in shock and moves grubby, shaky, tied up hand slowly up to his face. The blood oozing out of his eye sockets brings back flashbacks of the night where my mother was shot. Screams, dead bodies, blood all over the place. The anger builds up, poison and bitterness towards the people who were responsible her back comes rushing back. The numbness, the crave of blood and revenge creeps under my skin. Rage and darkness

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."