Novel & Cerita Bound By Vengeance

“Not in chaos. Not blindly. In truth. In reckoning. Every betrayal, every stolen moment, every tear… she will answer for it.” The Moon Mothers spoke as one. “So be it.” And then, the power hit me. It was not gentle. It did not ask permission. Moonlight and shadow fused inside my chest, twisting and weaving with every heartbeat. Authority wrapped itself around my bones. Not borrowed. Not lent. Given. Locked. Permanent. “And your vengeance?” the second asked. “Precise,” I said. The realm shattered around me. When I returned to the mortal plane, the air hit my lungs like a knife. Cold, sharp, alive. My knees buckled, but strong hands caught me before I fell.

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.

“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!”

She is of blood and vengeance. And she has nothing left to lose.

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.

His scent surrounded me, smoke, pine, and something darker, and I buried my face against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. “I hate him,” I choked out. “I hate him so much, Raymond. For what he did. For what he made me believe about myself.” “I know,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my hair. “I know. And I swear to you, Paige, he will pay for every tear you’ve shed.” The promise in his voice was terrifying in its certainty. Raymond wasn’t a man who spoke lightly, and when he vowed vengeance, it wasn’t empty. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, half afraid of the darkness in him and half needing it to protect me.