Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Stop right there! Estel opened her eyes in reaction to his comments, and the green flames within were filled with cold scorn. "I haven't lost anything, Mr. Jensen." She cut across what he was about to say with lethal coldness. Pride is something that will never be lost on me. There's no way your actions could ever damage it. But even as she spoke, her mind screamed the wordless litany that she had lost her pride! Indeed, she had! 'Oh, I know I'm not at fault for it,' he said with a dry drawl. "It's what you've done that you're discovering so hard to live with."

His fists tightened until the veins on his arms burned. He turned toward her again, and something inside him snapped anger crashing through the faint guilt that had begun to form. Riven ripped the blanket from her body, tossing it aside with a cold, sharp motion. "She can freeze for all I care," he muttered, his tone dripping with venom. He picked up the remote and pressed a button. A soft hum filled the air as the AC dropped to its lowest temperature. The air turned sharp and icy within seconds. Riven's eyes lingered on her one last time a war flickering silently in his gaze before he turned on his heel and walked away.

if he pulls is out, I'm sure the cold air would bite harder. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, worn from use. Silver guards curve up like small fangs. No gold. No jewels. Nothing soft. It’s heavy. It’s quiet. It’s death. if Frostbite Blade moves, people don’t scream. They just stop breathing. Because they know - the cold comes first, then the cut. Raphael said In a cold voice "Watch yourself vampire." Mars snarled in fury, "I have a name, demon!" I restrained mars and said to Raphael.

We left at half past ten. "Damn, it's really oppressively cold in Caldenmoor." Cole mumbled, breathing air into his palms and rubbing them together to generate warmth. "It's the land of vampires after all." I replied. "I should have worn more clothes." He lamented. Caldenmoor's cold was very different from any other kind of cold across the planet. It was older somehow, like the temperature had been here longer than the buildings and had made itself at home. I pulled my coat tighter and adjusted the mask over my nose and mouth. It was the one thing that was successfully doing the job of keeping my identity hidden.

I lowered him gently against the base of the stone pillar, my hands instantly flying to his shredded shoulder armor. "Don't touch the frost..." Nikolai wheezed, his teeth chattering violently as his skin began to take on a terrifying blue tint. "The venom... it freezes the blood core..." He was right. The deep claw wounds across his chest and shoulder were actively smoking with an unnatural, glistening frost rime. The Frost Rime Stalkers were legendary in the deep rifts for a reason; their venom was a biological death sentence for normal werewolves, slowing their healing factors down to zero and freezing their internal organs within minutes. Even a True Alpha King like Nikolai couldn't fight

He thought about her words, her promises to help him exact revenge on Aurelio Rexton's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles white with tension. "I'll get my chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And when I do, Aurelio will pay for what he's done,if not for anything for everything I’ve lost these past years, he’s dearly going to pay." The whiskey glass shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of Rexton's anger. He rose from the couch, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

Colt said kindly from his couch, and I stopped. It made sense now why Colt could be so cool and in control all the time. It was because he had outlets like these, moments of revenge for injustice. Where all I had was my rage. Rage at how unfair and evil the world was. I took a deep breath, staring at the cracked skin around Norio’s left eye where I had struck him, watching the blood drip from the skin now blotched with tiny crosses of green veins in a webbed pattern. “I want you to remember why I am doing this.” I leaned closer to his face. “I want you to remember all the pleasures you got from your selfish depravity that night, and how you felt on top of the world.”

But how? “What are the cold cells?” I ask, and Haely goes rigid. I move around the kitchen counter behind her and wrap my arms over her waist and tug her back flush against me, focusing on the thought of Ivy, imagining this whole fake relationship is one with the only person I really want to have in my arms. It works for a moment until she talks and melts into my arms. “They are in the dungeon. We have different cells for different torture. The cold cells maintain a temperature of negative three degrees Fahrenheit. Where did you hear about them?” She asks, genuinely curious.