Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

I turned from Clara and focused on that man I once called father. Answering to the call of my growing flames I dashed forward. I promised to give them what they wished soon. The need for blood, for sliced skin, and the smell of burning flesh drove me forward. I would have what I desired, I would have my vengeance, my revenge. My anger fanned the flames and they grew hotter than they ever have before. I screamed out in anguish as I rushed toward the man who should have been the father I deserved. He was nothing but a disappointment.

Her words accompanied by a soul-resurrecting smile. He needed to get out, he needed to escape and save her, he couldn't let anything happen, to her. He struggles to stand, but his stomach hurts. He had been injured badly, he now knew to what extent his father his father would go, to get what he want. But he was ready, ready for Oden, ready for Frenger, ready for Idil and even for the whole realm. For once he had found love and he wouldn't let it slip away so easily.

He continues to cause harm to those who want to be close to him. Ibrahim sat on the couch right after Anna ran to the bathroom. He cursed himself many times for upsetting her. He couldn't believe it. How could he say such hateful things to her? The struggle within his heart is wrenching him. He has no idea what he desires. When he saw her with another guy, his heart felt like it was on fire. His brain told him that he shouldn't have to get any closer to her, but his heart told him otherwise. Just how far could he hurt her? How far should he go and fight against himself? Should he just give up on his revenge plan?

Dante had ordered her to stay, and defying him so soon would only raise suspicion. She reached for the half-empty glass of champagne on the table, her fingers tightening around the stem as she took a slow sip. Her throat burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. The urge to storm through those doors and come face-to-face with the man who had ruined her life was overwhelming, but she forced herself to breathe. Not yet. This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about destruction. One wrong move, one hasty decision, and she would lose everything.

She pressed her palms to her face, trying to muffle the sound, but it escaped anyway as the grief poured out, echoing off the stone like a wounded animal’s cry. She had dreamed of revenge. Of power. Of using Winter’s desire to her will, of turning River’s loyalty into a weapon, of climbing from the chains of slavery until Leander knelt before her, begging for the mercy she would never grant, make him pay for every drop of her father’s blood he had spilled. She had seen a path—dark, dangerous, but hers. Now look where it had led: chained in a dungeon, body bruised from the Lycan’s fury, spirit cracked open under the weight of failure.

And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me. They didn’t question me again after that because they now believe that I have always been right. But the damage was done. The curse placed upon me as a child, perhaps by the Goddess, or by guilt—festered. On the night of every full moon, I lose control. I shift, and my wolf becomes feral. Unrecognizable. Unstoppable. A beast even I can’t tame. I ordered to be chained down—alone in the dungeon—to keep my pack safe.

Desire pressed hard, coiled with anger, sour with betrayal. He hated how he still wanted to know if she was safe. He hated that her face haunted him, that no distance—not time, not miles, not silence—had been enough to excise her. He hated her for the fracture she left in him… and hated himself even more for still bleeding over it.

She suffered in agony for a week, and her body had already started to rot by the time anyone found her dead at her home. - "You stayed by Magnolia's side all those years, so I expected you to be very loyal to her. Why are you willing to come to Alderland with me?" I turned and looked sharply at Robin, who stood there with his head lowered. He shifted slightly, then answered with complete sincerity. "Dr. Walker used to be a capable, ruthless woman who got things done. But after she became obsessed with Quinton, she turned into someone petty and vile. Dr. Foster, I'd rather follow someone truly capable like you."

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.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l