Ddo Divine Vengeance Novels & Stories

“Don’t. The Goddess herself has promised this ceremony is the answer.” “I know, but will the ceremony go through? I’m really worried something bad is coming our way. I had a vision.” Donton froze. "What was it?” His voice dropped. “It was brief. Maybe a few seconds, but it scared me. My father was in chain, bleeding. And Tok and I were running for our lives.” Donton bit his lower lip. All zombies possessed a natural instinct to sense danger, a heightened awareness of unseen threats, but a few gifted ones actually saw the future. And their visions never lied. Roydo’s vision was troubling indeed, but Donton tried to reassure him.

"I know. But this is bigger than us. Than him. The core fractures. The Vorathians circle. Help me end it—for Zephyria, if not for me." There was a long silence, Draven's tail coiling tightly, his face a storm of calculation—eyes narrowing, lips curling in a bitter smile before smoothing out. Then, a slow nod, his expression hardening with resolve. "Yes. For Zephyria. And for the revenge you promise." Vaelor exhaled, the tension easing fractionally, his shoulders dropping slightly. "That's enough." ✦ ✦ ✦

She grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it viciously toward my head. Bang! Blood immediately began pouring down my face. "Such a tiny favor, and you keep bringing it up again and again? If I hadn’t been earning money to support you all these years, a useless piece of trash like you would’ve ended up begging on the streets long ago. "Eighteen knife wounds in exchange for wealth and luxury. You didn’t lose out on that deal at all!" The contempt growing in Aurora’s eyes completely chilled my heart. I wiped the blood from my face and let out a cold laugh.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

This burning determination refused to dim and die. No one would steal from me again. Not Thane. Not Larissa. Not Brittany. They would all pay for what they had done. I lay there in silence, the pain in my body slowly fading into the background as rage filled my veins. The fire of vengeance was far stronger than any injury. And that night, under the faint glow of the moon filtering through the window, I made my vow. If the Moon Goddess gave me another chance to rise, I would not waste it.

The Goddess has reached out to her Dark Sister for Vengeance. Meadow’s words brought a small smile to my face. I knew who Dark Sister was, but not many did. She was the vengeful side of our beloved and gentle Moon Goddess. There was no escaping her once she took hold of your scent. She hunts until there are no more debts to be collected. “Then let's get out of here and learn more about our enemy to assist in this vengeance.” I felt the chill in my voice, sending a shiver down my spine.

Tessa started. "No." I held up a hand. "He's right. To a point." I walked back to the table, planting my palms flat on its surface. "But here's the thing about vengeance Dathan. It's personal. It's small. Dexter's operation spans three states. Maybe more. If I kill him tonight and believe me, I've thought about nothing else for a week someone else steps into his place by morning. He took my mate, and poisoned me, getting Nina back and freeing the other captives if they were any alive was my soul aim. If I kill him someone might take over the business stay open. The sales continue." I leaned forward. "But if we expose him. If we drag every buyer, every corrupt Alpha, every human collaborator

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

“For my father, for my family. They will both pay.” He didn’t know when or how, but vengeance had been his only thought, the one idea keeping him alive in that cell, counting down the days to his release. Who knew he could be released sooner? Now he was out, and nothing would stand between him and retribution. Daniel didn’t waste time. He knew he would need allies, someone who shared his hatred for Elara and Damian. His mind circled back to a name he had heard during his time in prison, a name whispered in the shadows with both reverence and fear: Vera.

Stand and defend yourselves. Draevyn parted his lips to speak— But Kaelani was faster. She closed the distance in a single breath. Her voice, low and fluent, slid like a blade through the air as she answered in Vaelorin: “Valen’tir vesari nënthar venos, kael’ythar morathi unsanctia, Andar’vel en croven… etha’var, etha’vorn.” (You fed on vengeance without consent, shaped death without sanction,