Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

The image before me seared with a hot, burning anger that ran through my veins. The chains rattled as Freya lifted her head, her eyes widening in shock. "Brother!" she screamed out, her voice breaking with emotion. Roy's gaze met mine. He bowed his head in submission. "Alpha." I clenched my fists. To see them like this. helpless, bound, imprisoned. it broke something inside of me. This is *Liam's* doing. That son of a. I would kill him for this. I would *tear him apart.*

Bound by Blood Victoria awoke to darkness. The sort that closed around her from all sides, heavy and smothering, the sort that wound around her arms and legs like shackles, heavy and unyielding. Her head pounded, a steady, wrenching beat at the back of her skull, and for an instant, she couldn’t recall what had happened, where she was, why her body felt so much like it had been ripped apart and reassembled badly. Then it hit her.

Vincent shouted, his voice dripping with venom. He stepped back just enough to prepare another attack, his face marked by determination. "And unlike you, who murdered your own brother behind his back, I will end you right before your eyes, so that the last face you see is mine, as you sink into the darkness of your own disgrace!" Vincent continued trading blows with his uncle when, in a dirty move, the man stabbed him in the ribs. The blade pierced the flesh, and a groan of pain escaped Vincent’s lips. Even so, with fury burning in his eyes, he didn’t retreat. A flurry of precise and merciless attacks made his uncle stagger, his arrogance giving way to desolation. Within seconds, the man fel

Lena’s chest tightened. Anger flared hot and fast. “You don’t get to tell me what to feel,” she said. Her voice rose. Sharp. Real. Vance’s hand flexed at his side, knuckles whitening around the knife handle. “You don’t get to stand here and act like you own me just because you marked me.” Vance’s jaw clenched so hard she heard it crack. The bond between them burned. Not with pleasure. With pain. “You think that’s what this is?” he said. “Ownership?”

"Of course. That illusion was prepared just for you. It would've been better if you'd stayed inside—it would've saved us all some trouble. But you've got guts entering the Vengeance Manifestation like this. "I forgot to tell you something. The Vengeance Manifestation absorbs the souls of innocent people who died unjustly. To break it, you need someone working both inside and outside. You're certainly confident, coming here alone. Hahaha!" After entering, Aria had noticed this too. She looked at the black-robed figure. "It seems like you know my every move." The figure replied, "You could say that. I've known everything about you since you were born. But this situation is just beginning. Get

“He… won’t take her from me… not now. Not ever.” Lila’s grip tightened on his hand. “Then we fight him together,” she said. Her voice was steel wrapped in velvet, the voice of a woman who had endured betrayal, survived the cruelty of packs, and now had the power to stand beside her mate. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, carrying the approach of something dark, unstoppable, inevitable. The Alpha of Bloodthorn, the ruthless Vance, was coming—and with him, all the fury, power, and vengeance of a pack that would not accept defiance.

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”

It scraped at her bones, yet wrapped her in something sinfully soft. “I seek justice,” Evelyn whispered. “And vengeance. Power enough to make them pay.” “At what cost, child of ash and blood?” “Whatever it takes.” The shadows peeled themselves from the walls. A figure stepped forth—faceless, limbless in any true form, and yet it moved like smoke and moonlight. Ancient. Terrible. “Then we shall bind,” it said. “You shall carry My will in your blood. My whispers in your mind. And when the time comes… you will return what was borrowed.”

“I will never forgive you. And I will never forget this night.” The grieving mother died with Julian. What rose in her place was a woman made of steel and vengeance. Ruben wept over his son. Ken drowned in regret. And Lia Delwunco made a vow in silence. She would bring everything down. The empire, the brothers, the bloodline. Nothing would survive her wrath.

"There are a lot of things I want to do to you, Karter. Death will be your desperate wish when I start with you." I swallowed and tried to look away from the way his eyes burned golden with anger, but he reached for my chin, lifting it so I was staring straight into those vengeful orbs. "As we speak, that settlement is being raided by my father's soldiers. Its ashes will be the only thing left standing when he's done. You better run along now, and know that I am watching you." I felt the release of his magic from my legs as he let me go, and then in a split second he vanished from my sight. Fuck.