Bound By Vengeance Novels & Stories

Amusement? Raven clenched her teeth and tried to shove him off, but Luca barely budged. His golden eyes burned in the dim torchlight as they locked onto hers. “You were never going to let me go,” she spat, breathless. His lips quirked. “No. But I wanted to see if you’d try.” Before she could react, something cold snapped around her wrists— silver shackles. A violent shock tore through her, searing against her skin. A choked cry left her lips as she slumped forward, her strength instantly drained. Silver. The one thing that burned her kind like fire.

Nico The girl, Ava, is young. So fucking young. Not in age, not exactly. She's legal, she's mine by law and blood and vow. But there’s a softness to her, naïve, wide-eyed, untarnished by the world I clawed my way through. She still looks at me like I could be a good man. And that? That’s the part that fucking kills me. Yes, I’m only seven years older, but I might as well be a lifetime ahead of her. At eighteen, I’d already had blood on my hands and betrayal etched into my bones. I had learned that kindness was a currency too easily spent, and weakness? Weakness got you buried. She hasn’t learned that yet. She looks at this house like it’s a fresh start, not a gilded cage. She smiles at me li

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

“But not with armies, not with blood and banners. They’re waiting for a war. Let them polish their swords.” “What’ll you bring, then?” I stared at my hand. Black veins flickered, a lightning show under my skin. “Something nastier.” It tipped its head, that weird, knowing tilt. “Curses mess with balance. You hit one, the pain bounces around. Bonds snap. Everything breaks.” I shrugged, no argument there. “Sounds just right.” “You might ruin yourself, too.” I stared at it. “Maybe that’s the whole idea.” It laughed ugly, hollow, and old as dirt. “Run along, Mira Vale. Let your vengeance eat you alive.”

“We are the chosen one! Our efforts will take down the gods of Veneer and kill them for eternity!” “Yes!” Everyone shouts in unison, their bloodlust and passion for vengeance evident. Their eyes are shining with the desire for revenge, their hearts darkened by their past. “We have given up everything!” Two bellows. “All worldly desires and even our families! We do not take mates nor do we let any one of us do the same! Because once we do, we will fall weak. We do not forgive nor forget the deserters! Our brethren are everything to us and we will keep it that way!”

Assessing me and my thoughts, and then she smiled like she had won the lottery. “I have delayed the snap of your bond to the pack until your decision is made. Once you take my hand and accept the Darkness within, they will become aware that you have died throughout the pack. Remember, we are not finished until all debts are collected. If you fail, you come back here for the rest of eternity. Everything comes at a price, and Vengeance is not as easy as it sounds, Francis. Only the strong and determined can complete it. Are you brave enough, Francis? Do you want to take back what was stolen from you?” “I will not stop until they are all sent here and I am granted audience in the Meadow.”

Her voice trembled, but there was steel beneath, her wolf stirring protectively. I knelt beside her, pressing my forehead to hers, inhaling her scent to ground myself. "I won't be reckless, love. But they crossed a line. Touching you... that's unforgivable." My voice dropped to a whisper, laced with the promise of vengeance. "I'll find out who. Make them pay." She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Just... come back to me. We face this together." The bond surged with her love, a warm anchor amid the chaos, pulling me back from the edge.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

I turned around and looked at the portrait one more time. "I will make you proud father," I whispered. A tear dropped from my eyes as i remembered our time together. even though it was limited it was and will forever be the best days of my life. The ritual took place under the moonlight. All the elders, their sons, and some members of the pack were present. There was already a fire burning as they waited for my arrival. The eldest man asked me to step forward and he slit my palm and put the blood in a bowl. He did the same with the elders and their sons. They all healed immediately and they swore their loyalty to their new alpha.

I only passed out. No apologies, he just dangled money like I was for sale. Offered more if I would warm his bed. That moment didn’t just break me, it birthed someone else. Someone colder. Someone dangerous. That’s when Rose clawed her way to the surface. It occurred to me that these creatures are only leeches looking for vulnerable women to devour.