Bound By Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

In the dark, unforgiving recesses of his mind, he swore his own private oath. 'I take you, Seraphina Vance, not to honor, but to break. I vow to strip away that beautiful, serene facade until you feel a fraction of the agony you inflicted on my family. I vow to never grant you my warmth, never grant you your freedom, and never allow myself to feel a single shred of mercy for you.' It was a vow born of pure, blinding vengeance. A completely wrong vow—but as he took the heavy band from the velvet cushion, he had never been more certain of his hatred.

"He lied to you. He told you the Goddess had cursed these lands because of my 'witchcraft.' The truth is the curse is his punishment for rejecting a true fated bond!" "Silence!" Alpha Vance roared, his face twisting into a furious, purple mask as he realized his political deal was dissolving in front of his eyes. He reached down, slamming his massive hand against the hilt of his battle-axe. "I don't care about your pack squabbles or your fated lines, girl! I have thirty armored enforcers here, and fifty more at the border! You are outnumbered, outgunned, and your mother’s life is dangling by a thread!" Vance flicked his gaze to the enforcer behind Sarah Salvatore. "Cut her!" he commanded bru

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" ******************************************

“Get the fuck up; you do not pity your head.” “I’d rather die than be a victim of trafficking…” I whispered, and I saw the look of pity in Mare’s eyes as she made her way out with the other women, leaving me with the man who had always gotten me killed yesterday. He stared back at me, anger burning through his gaze, and I didn’t cut my gaze. It was just like dealing with Callum, but this one doesn’t claim to have a romantic interest in me—just killing intent instead. “Why am I here?” I asked, trying to get my voice higher than a whisper as I stared intently into his eyes.

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?"