Bound By Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

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.”

"Revenge isn't free. It’s a debt paid in blood and submission. You think you’re tough because you survived a cheating boyfriend? “You’re a wolf-less girl in a world of monsters. Without me, Agatha will have you back in Harold’s bed by morning." I looked at the ice in his blue eyes. I was terrified of him, but I was more terrified of going back to being the girl who cried while others took everything from her. "I want him ruined," I whispered, my voice thick with a thirst for vengeance. "I want to see the moment he realizes he lost everything to the man he hates most." "Then sign your soul over to the Reaper," Horace murmured. He traced the line of my jaw with his thumb, forcing me to meet hi

My pendant cracked again in my fist, and a thin line of light leaked out—like it was dying, or waking. Vesper moved first, lunging toward the cageborn with a knife in each hand. “Kill it before it—” The cageborn shot forward faster than thought, slamming into her legs and knocking her off balance. Vesper hit the floor hard, rolling, swearing. Dax surged, but the covenant tether snapped tight like a warning, making my mark burn with sudden pain. The bond between us wasn’t just a link. It was a rule. Protect him. Or suffer. Dax hissed, staggered, and for a split second Mara’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“If vengeance is the fire you need, then we’ll carry it together. Their blood will be answered. I’ll be at your side for every step.” For a moment, the hardness in her chest cracked. The grief and love and rage she had kept carefully coiled loosened. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his, the motion small and intimate. Tears seeped hot and unwanted down her cheeks. His callused palm threaded into the nape of her hair, cradling the back of her head as if to anchor her to the living. They stayed like that, two scarred things bound by a fragile, ferocious oath, until the dawn rose higher and the cottage filled with a pale, deliberate light.