Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

For him, he is the core of all existence, everything else doesn't matter. "Where do you think you're going without her?" His mother interceded. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed forward, stumbling on my dress but before I could fall, his hand gripped my arm and corrected me. He extended his hands to me and I placed mine over his. As Williams led me to the center, I felt like a prisoner being dragged to the center of the hall, his grip on me was so hard. His eyes were fixed on the point ahead, he didn't bother looking at me.

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That was why I would never stop until I got my revenge so my parents' and Aria's deaths wouldn't be in vain. "You devil, you wouldn't stop at that. If only you knew your parents had to sacrifice everything for you, then you wouldn't go around sacrificing everyone else to get what you want," she hit her chest hard, falling to the floor. "You took my Aria away from me, you took my life away from me."

"Who are you and what have you done?" Luciana turned around to see a man, whose eyes were red in anger, as he looked at the dead bodies surrounding him. "Who did this to them?" "They were harming a girl who did them no wrong, and karma came their way." Luciana replied, without any regret on what she had done. "I asked who did this?" The man looked around, probably searching for the person that brought down the vampires. He saw Luciana, but he doubted she could do such. She looked like she could easily be broken in two.

She knew better than to argue with her father, but the power of their bond within her was fighting against it, and she was letting it win. “The sooner he’s gone, the better for everyone,” he scowled at Suki before pulling out a dagger and holding it to his neck. “NO!” she wept, immobilised by her anxiety and fear. All she was able to do was turn to rest on her knees, “You can’t. Please!” Brendan murmured down the bond. ‘Get out of here, love. Don’t watch this.’ ‘I… I can’t move,’ she whimpered in their connected mind. ‘I can’t leave you. I won’t.’

A child’s cry. My blood froze. My heart tore. Lilith’s smile curved wider. “You’re too late. The bond has already begun.” The torches flared and died, one by one—plunging the chamber into darkness. And in that darkness, I felt the truth settle over me like a shadow I could not shake: Vengeance would not be clean. And saving my child would demand a reckoning so brutal, so complete, that even the Moon Mothers themselves might hesitate to watch.

Black flame flares purple for half a breath, then collapses back into void. The cavern hums louder. “Repeat after me,” she says, her voice low and sharp. “By blood and by ash, I sever all ties but this one.” I swallow. Say it. Feel the words crawl down my throat like glass. She cuts deeper. Pain blooms like lightning up my arm. “By shadow and by flame, I bind my soul to vengeance.” The others begin chanting now—low, guttural tones that don’t sound human. The walls pulse with their voices.

“What—” “Rowan!” Vaughn tackled the Bounder off me before it could reach my throat. I hit stone hard, gasping. The vision shattered instantly. Reality snapped back. Blood. Smoke. Screaming. War. The Bounder was on Vaughn now, clawing at his throat with inhuman strength. I pushed myself up and drove my blade straight through its spine. The thing finally collapsed. And even dead— Its eyes stayed open. Still glowing. Still smiling. Vaughn spit blood onto the stone.

I frowned subconsciously, and my fingers recoiled from the screen as a wave of nausea surged. Without a second thought, I blocked his number. Scott stared at his phone in disbelief. The rejection hit him like a slap. His weariness was instantly replaced with rage. He stormed back to the villa and demanded to see me, only to discover that Brian had released me without his permission. Furious, Scott threatened to fire Brian. Brian, who had watched Scott grow up, only looked at him with quiet disappointment. "Mr. Chapman, before I go, there's something I need to say.

Someone hateful enough yet career-driven with greed. “If you ruin our plans, Father, there would be no more deal. We just need her until the merge is over. Once the council passes it off and they hand over their Bratvas, we win. Benson would give us a share, and then you can fuck whoever you want and stop humiliating me,” she snapped. Still ever haunting. Intimidating and bitter. I kept my head low, my mind racing through a billion thoughts. Benson… wasn’t that my father? My true bloodline?