Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

She looks back at HIM with all the amusement towards and unto her eyes as it’s knocking from deep within her only desire for vengeance and blood for the person that put her trust to waste and ruin everything of what she believes in. “I humbly accept your praise and welcome, as I do not care for anything more and anything else, but my revenge.” Blurting her desire as it amuses HIM nonetheless, she continues. “Oh, and you will grant everything right. It was simple only two things, am I right?” Now with the pleading expression that marks her face, they all know that it was just a show with the deeper dread and darkness that truly runs from deep within her. HE smi

“Fuck me.” His gaze bore into mine, and in that moment, I could sense the fierce internal battle waging within him. It was as if a monstrous force was duelling against the very essence of his humanity. But I, too, harboured a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. Killian despised me, a deep-rooted hatred simmering beneath the surface, for I embodied the relentless reminder of his profound tragedy. He craved me, desired my presence, yet also yearned to exact vengeance upon me, to make me suffer for the role my father played in the agony his mother endured. Likewise, Alexei harboured a burning desire to annihilate me, to seek retribution for the heartbreak inflicted upon Anya. Though they may not

So different from the stormy man he became when awake. Not that I was the calmest or most controlled person either. I guess that’s why, to some extent, we understood each other. Because we were too intense, guided by the darkest emotions and reactions: desire, jealousy, anger… vengeance. Vengeance… That word reminded me that the man in front of me had the same motivation I did: avenging his parents. But the difference was that he was being guided by a lie.

And now, Avery’s request was a mirror of my own inner demons—a yearning for vengeance and healing all wrapped in one desperate plea. There was a hunger there, a longing for power that had been buried under layers of pain and loss. I felt both protective and alarmed. A tightness coiled in my chest. I had seen this hunger before—in the eyes of men who had nothing left to lose. Some survived it. Most didn’t. “Avery,” I murmured, glancing at her. “Vengeance —it’s a double-edged sword, Avery. Once you unleash it, there’s no going back.”

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.

A beat that synced and recognized the face of the woman I’d believed dead. Of course my wolf came to life. Of course everything in me felt life for the first time in years. Of course I wanted her—with every flaming, fucking bone in my body. And even when I heard her voice, knew she was not my Rava, saw it in the fire of her hypnotic hazel eyes—I still wanted her. Needed her. Even if it was a desire that stemmed from my rage. My thirst for vengeance. Ragnar is going to regret stealing what was mine.

It kept me from acting, because right now, my instincts weren’t leaning toward diplomacy. Someone had tried to hurt her. Not scare her. Not send a message. Hurt her. I could still see the moment the color drained from her face, the way her hand trembled before the glass slipped from her fingers. That instant had burned into me, as permanent as a scar. My mind ran through the list, people who had reason to hate her, people with grudges big enough to gamble with her life. Derek. Half his orbit. The faceless sender of those notes she hadn’t told me about until I pried. And then there were others… people she didn’t even know had reason to see her fall.

“If you push too hard, he’ll notice.” She didn’t look up. “And if I don’t push at all, the council will. Better it happens on my terms.” I studied her in the candlelight. She wasn’t the girl from the old stories anymore. She was something sharper — forged by betrayal and patience. “You could destroy him now if you wanted,” I said. Her gaze lifted slowly. “I don’t want to destroy him yet,” she murmured. “I want him to understand.” That was the moment I realized how deep her vengeance ran. It wasn’t about reclaiming power but about making them feel it.

And I am the first, and perhaps the only, casualty. My heart races, a frantic, wild thing in my chest, and I find myself clinging to him, not out of weakness, but out of a desperate, primal need to see if I can be the one to break him, to make him feel the same sharp, agonizing hunger that I have carried for five long, lonely years. This is the path I have chosen, the bridge I have burned, and as we surrender to the darkness, I know that I will walk through the fire, no matter the cost, to see my vengeance realized.

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.