Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

By the time you’re five you’ll sprout your fangs, by thirteen you’ll notice that you’re stronger and faster than humans are, and when you turn 18 you’re supposed to come into the full powers of whatever gifting your blood line has. I’ll officially turn 18 in one hour. I have no idea what powers I may come into and I’m in the worst place I could possibly be in. My stepfather, Trevor and my stepsister, Blair hate vampires with a burning passion, once a month they go on hunting trips to try to kill them. They claim that they are ridding this world of evil. I think that Trevor brainwashed Blair over the years into the deep hatred she has. Don’t get me wrong, nobody likes vampires, but the hatred

One moment Salvatore was standing there, smirking; the next, Leonard had the man's wrist in a grip so tight that Isabella saw Salvatore's fingers turning white. "Let me be clear," Leonard said, his voice still conversational despite the violence in his posture. "My wife is untouchable. She doesn't have a price. She isn't available. Not now, not ever." He released Salvatore's wrist with a slight push. "The next hand that reaches for her without permission will not remain attached to its owner. Do we understand each other?"

He came like a storm walking on two legs. Not for love. Not for power. But for vengeance. Not the seething, silent kind that waits in the shadows. No—this was fire vengeance. Screaming vengeance. The kind of wrath that could birth legends or burn worlds to ash, and didn’t care which came first. Victor crossed the Hollowborn border with no crown and no sigil. Only bone. Bone armor lashed to his chest with the tendons of traitors. Bone claws that scraped against stone when he walked. Bone wolves at his heels—half-spirit, half-skin, stitched together from nightmares and the dead.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

“I hate you.” “Good,” he said simply, the word a blade sliding across my chest. “Hate binds tighter than love ever could.” The words sank into me, venomous, intoxicating, leaving a hollow ache that stretched deep into my bones. I pressed myself against the cold car door, desperate to carve out space between us. But there was no space. Not in this car. Not in this game. Not in this twisted tether that tied us together with invisible chains. Silence fell after that, heavy, suffocating. My chest ached with unshed words, with fury unspent. I wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed as I did, to show him what it felt like to be trapped, terrified, alive only for someone else.

He smiled. “She kept him alive.” He poured a drink. “She always was curious.” He turned toward the chapel tower. “It’s time to write the last commandment.” ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Two sons. One made from love. One forged in vengeance. But the mother? She walks between them—not as a guardian. Not as a savior. But as the blade they both must answer to.” — Aria Valente De Rossi

“But I prefer prevention to vengeance.” Her voice trembled. “What does that mean?” “It means I will bind you to me so deeply that no one will dare try.” His thumb stroked her throat, right over the steady pulse. “A blood oath. Once it’s done, there is no taking you from me. Not alive, not dead.” Her heart pounded. “That sounds like—” “A cage?” His mouth curved faintly. “Yes. But one lined in silk, and locked from the inside once you realize you never want to leave.”

“We’ll make him watch his world collapse piece by piece. I'll finish what I wasn't able to accomplish the first time. I’ll kill her.” Caroline’s lips parted, breath sharp. The words were real now, etched in stone. Kill her. Kill Venus. For a heartbeat, the enormity of it pressed against her chest. Then she exhaled, steady, and let the darkness settle. “Yes,” she whispered, almost reverent. “Let’s make him burn.” Gerald extended his hand. Slowly, Caroline took it, their grip sealing something that could not be undone. A pact written not in ink, but in vengeance.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

Next thing I knew, they carried me into a car and I slipped into unconsciousness. Continue reading by searching for (Bound By The Lycan's curse)