Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

It was as if she could feel the weight of that ancient betrayal pressing down on her, suffocating her beneath its dark tentacles. Enzo watched her impassively for a long moment before continuing in a voice made hoarse with barely restrained emotion. "But before he took his last, rattling breath, the angel summoned what little remained of his waning strength to place a curse of his own - one final, damning act of vengeance against the deceitful woman who had torn out his heart and crushed it beneath her heel. He cursed her, and all those descended from her traitorous bloodline to forever be hunted across every lifetime, to never be able to find true happiness with their destined mate, their o

His fingers lifted my chin, forcing my face up, his thumb brushing my lip in a mockery of tenderness. ‘I own you,’ he said softly, smiling. ‘And I will always come for what is mine.’ The witch’s chant sharpened. “By will not given,” she cried, slamming the box open as light screamed out, “by flesh that refuses—be bound!” Vethros snarled, fury warping his perfect face as he was ripped backward, his grip tearing free from my mind. ‘This does not end here!’ he roared. ‘You will beg for me, Aurelian!’

I felt the power coursing through me, a surge of raw, primal energy that whispered promises of vengeance and hope intertwined—two flames burning bright in the darkness. This was no ordinary battle; it was a reckoning born of fire and shadow, of ancient grudges and broken bloodlines, a storm that would consume everything in its path and leave nothing but the scorched earth of a new beginning. The storm we had unleashed was a force beyond mortal control, a wild, destructive tide that would not be held back by walls or bloodshed. It was a cry of vengeance born from the deepest wounds, a furious reckoning that carried the weight of countless lives lost and promises betrayed.

9 minutes. I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me. I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes a flurry of hooks. Left, right, left. I block most, my forearms taking the brunt of the impact, but a sharp blow finds my temple. The world tilts, my legs turning into water for a split second.

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************

"Trust me, you’ll enjoy this death. You won’t be going to heaven or hell. Your soul will stay with me." His finger tilted my jaw, forcing me to look at him, before his large palm caught my neck. “Want to know what your punishment is?” I scoffed. “Why are you asking when we both know what it is?" Hate filled my eyes, and my lips curled into a smirk. He released my neck, stepping behind me, pressing me against his rock-hard chest. I could feel the swell of my ass graze something solid in his pants—his fucking arousal. The next thing I felt was a blindfold sliding over my face.

And if I truly loved him, how could I kill someone I loved, when this vengeance had begun precisely to avenge the loss of those I loved most? No. I could not allow myself that kind of questioning. I pushed the thoughts aside and straightened. Whether I loved him or not did not matter. Whether it was the bond’s influence, some twisted form of Stockholm syndrome, or the work of the Goddess turning hatred into something pure, it did not matter. All that mattered was that my revenge was only hours away. I stepped onto the balcony, letting the curtains and the sheet cover my body, and watched the troops organizing themselves in the central courtyard.

Subtly but unmistakably. “Why not, Victor?” “She was wearing a necklace,” I said. “It felt ancient and it wasn't a simple enchantment. It reacted before I entered range.” “Reacted… how?” “It resisted me.” A soft chuckle. "That's new. And you’re certain it wasn’t hesitation?” “I do not hesitate, Master,” I said evenly. “I fulfil your will.” A pause. Yes" he agreed softly. "You are an obedient dog after all." His head tilted. "And Nathaniel?"