Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

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

She snapped back at him and stood up. “That is not an excuse. You were supposed to call me before going anywhere.” “So killing people is normal?” “That is none of your business. You weren't supposed to see that.” “Is that the business we came all the way from New Jersey for? Just to put fucking bullets into people’s heads?” “It is none of your business.” “For God’s sake Draven, don't you have any emotions? They practically begged you! They begged for their lives and you ignored it.” She screamed with tears streaming down her eyes.

“But those are shallow questions, Sunshine. Ask me something real.” She stared up at me, those eyes liquid chocolate beneath the lights. “What do I want?” A dangerous, loaded question. Humans want a lot of things, but in every heart, there beats one true desire. One thing that shapes our every thought and action. Mine was vengeance. Sharp, cruel, bloodthirsty. It had bloomed from the bloody corpses of my family’s bodies, inking itself into my skin and soul until my sins were no longer mine but ours. Mine and vengeance’s, two shadows walking the same twisted path.

Vengeance, she believed, would be the key to regaining her sense of control and superiority. Sasha delved into the darkness of her ambitions, crafting a meticulous strategy that would leave no room for mercy or second chances. She would strike at the heart of their family, tearing apart the bonds that held them together, and shatter their lives with a ruthlessness that would leave them broken and desolate.

My wolf, wild, untamed, craving freedom and love, yearned for him. He was there. In every rustle of leaves, every sigh of the wind. In the whisper of the night, I could almost hear his voice, faint but unmistakable. Varyon Pov I had been wrong. In my pursuit of revenge, I had deluded myself into believing I was untouchable, invincible. But the truth was clear: I had been blind, consumed by my own rage. I had built my life around hatred, crafting a plan of vengeance to face my parents’ killer.

However, during my consideration process, I also checked the fact that Vincenzo was not driven by love for the people of his colony, but for revenge and only to get back at the people who hurt him. I knew how maddening the hunger for revenge could be, and with the people by his side, I could not trust that he would not go completely berserk and destroy everything else. We often think that once we've hurt the people who hurt us, the hunger and pain inside would have been fulfilled, but it never is. When people decide to kill for vengeance, the feeling of taking another person's life or rendering people powerless becomes euphoric, and I was not going to help return Vincenzo to his former glory

The darkness of the dungeon could notobscure the vivid image forming in my mind, the vision of me rising, unstoppable, cutting through those who dared to stand in my way. "No one to oppose me," I thought, the intensity of my desire burning like a fever. My heart raced, each beat a reminder of the pulsating energy that had awoken within me. The revenge I had vowed was not merely an act of defiance; it was a promise to myself, a declaration that I refused to be confined by my mistakes.

But I refused to be a victim any longer. It was me who would make him face the consequences of his actions, who would make him rue the day he crossed me. I was prepared to inflict pain upon him, even if it meant sacrificing pieces of myself in the process. The flames of vengeance burned brightly within me, driving me forward with a fierce determination. As I stood there, consumed by the fire of vengeance that burned within me, I realized that this was just the beginning. The end was not coming anytime soon, and I was prepared to go to any lengths to see my quest for justice through to its bitter end.