Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

The black rivers, the blue fire, the winged shadow that called to the Honshu blood. I had known he would find her eventually. And when he did, she would need me. “She’s stronger than you know,” I whispered, repeating the words like a prayer. “Stronger than even she believes.” Still, strength would not be enough. The god wasn’t just power he was grief, vengeance, memory. And he’d chosen Krav as his vessel, which meant the only way to end it might be to tear apart the bond that kept my daughter alive. I closed my eyes and let the thought sink in. It tasted like ash.

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

His tongue claimed my mouth as one big hand palmed my ass, pulling me hard against the thick, rigid line of his cock straining behind his zipper. “Why now?” I asked, voice breathy. “Why us?” Xander looked at me. I sat back, thighs pressing together as fresh heat flooded my core. The realization should have been cold. Instead, knowing we were this close to tearing Victor’s empire apart only made me want Xander more, raw, urgent, consuming. "Because Victor is escalating," he said. "And she's been waiting for him to overreach far enough that the evidence becomes undeniable." A pause. "And possibly because the marriage changed the calculation."

His eyes locked on mine. Demanding an answer. I search for one. Any answer. But my mind is empty. Because the truth is simple. And terrifying. It doesn’t end. The cycle never ends. Pack kills pack. Vengeance breeds vengeance. Blood answers blood. Forever. Unless.... Someone stops it. Someone breaks the chain. But standing here now… We don’t know how.​

“But you’re stronger than you imagine. You have strength, you have tenacity, you have it. And no matter what happens out of it, we’ll face it together, my children” Ethan nodded reluctantly, wiping at his teary eyes. “If this is what it takes... then I won’t stop you, Sophia. But promise me one thing.” He pointed a finger to her sister. Sophia looked at him, her heart longing. “What is it?” “Don’t let him break you,” Ethan said, his voice brutal despite his tears. “Don’t let Alexander Blackwood turn you into someone you’re not.” Sophia reached out, pulling her brother into a hug. “I promise,” she whispered, though deep down, she wasn’t sure if it was a promise she could keep.

My fingers ached from the prolonged tightness, tingling as blood rushed back into them. My ankles were next. The bindings loosened, slipping away, leaving behind red indentations against my skin. I flexed my toes, testing my mobility Before I could even think about moving, Ethan’s hand wrapped around my arm. Hard. Unyielding. He yanked me to my feet. Pain shot through my legs, my ribs screaming in protest. My knees buckled, and for a second, I thought I would collapse But Ethan didn’t let me fall. His grip tightened, keeping me upright. His fingers dug into my skin just enough to remind me of his strength. Of his control.

“Yet the camp still believes you slipped away to slit Vesper’s throat. Your ring was found in his fist, crusted with blood. Explain how that is possible, Ash, or I will let them have their justice.” Riven pushed off the table and took a slow step forward. His torn tunic revealed the edge of old scars across his chest, a reminder of the hidden past he still guarded. “Because someone wants exactly this. Division. Doubt. They killed Vesper to frame me and watch you unravel. The ring was taken from my things while we were talking last night. You felt it, Draven. The pull. The fire. Now you let jealousy blind you instead of seeing the trap.”

I saw Viktor stumble once more, his arrogance fading as he realized his empire was crumbling. “Finish it, Ronan!” I yelled, watching as he raised his blade for the final strike. Viktor’s face twisted in fury, and he tried to lunge at Ronan, but it was too late. With a swift, decisive motion, Ronan plunged his blade into Viktor’s chest. The world seemed to freeze as the sound of Viktor’s final breath filled the silence that followed. He dropped to his knees, a cruel smile still etched on his face as he crumbled to the ground.

White hot rage coursed through her veins and all Dakota could think of at that moment was exacting revenge. At the corner of her eye, she spotted a small blue vase filled with lilies on a side table. In a fit of rage, she marched up to the table and grabbed the vase. As she raised the object to strike it at her mother’s retreating figure, she was pulled away. She turned sideways to meet a pair of gray eyes. “What are you doing?” Elias held her wrist firmly. “Elias, let me go,” She gritted her teeth. “I can’t do that, love. You’re not thinking straight right now.” He carefully retrieved the flower vase and placed it back on the table.

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”