Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

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

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

The darkness within him pushed him forward, fueling his determination with every step he took. As he continued toward the villa, the dark aura pulsed with his heartbeat, matching the rhythm of his growing rage. Every thought of Lara, every bit of tenderness or regret he might have felt, was swept away by the overpowering need for vengeance. All that was left was his anger and his desire to prove his strength as an Alpha.

The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt. "I somehow pity her, she's a victim of love. Why would a man betray a woman who truly loves him? She turned evil because of him, it's his fault." Hera said. I remembered what happened to me, it's the same scenario, the only difference is I didn't choose to be evil and get revenge, I know my limit of doing things and I don't want to lose myself after losing everything I had. It's the only thing that left in me. I will never trade it for anything. "But she killed many people, she deserves it." Lore replied to her stateme