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.

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”

“Aren’t we?” Nyra clapped her hands once. “Alright. Now that tea time has gone to hell, can we discuss the part where Valkhara accidentally blood-bound herself to me and probably triggered a forest-wide magical alert?” Sevrin’s head whipped toward me. “You what?” I froze mid-sip. Azric blinked once. “Come again?” Nyra wiggled her fingers. “She made a blood oath. Cut her palm, spilled it on the dirt, and said she’d never hurt me. Apparently, that means something now.”

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.​

“No, Sophia,no. I mean I want to take away some resources that he prided himself about. If we can subdue his power, perhaps you could claim him back to yours and my possession will be mine “ Victoria nodded slowly, a twisted sense of purpose taking ground in her mind. “And what about the Carters? They’re tied to Alexander now, aren’t they?” Julian stiffened slightly at the mention of Sophia. His mind involuntarily drifted to her: her quiet perseverance, her attractive eyes, the way she carried herself despite her situation. He shook the thought away, unwilling to let emotions overshadow his judgement. “Yes,” he said, his voice colder now. “And they’ll be collateral damage.”

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.”

“Viktor has truly lost his mind.” I felt the rage bubble up within me, but I channeled it, focusing on the fight ahead. The mercenaries were trained, but they lacked the loyalty and unity we had. They were nothing compared to the fire we had burning inside us. “Focus,” I said, my voice low but firm. “We end this now.” With a fierce battle cry, I charged into the fray, my blade flashing as it cut through the mercenaries that charged toward us. Ronan was beside me, his strength and power unmatched as he tore through their ranks, showing no mercy.