Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

Immediately, I was overcome with a sense of dread and anxiousness; all these stirred emotions had come from simply reading someone's thoughts written down on paper. “Even if my brother could have been successful in winning this battle against me, I will never surrender and retreat. He needs to understand that I will come back even stronger than ever with the largest of armies on my side and will march towards his newfound home, the Kingdom of Peace, looking for revenge. My motivation and passion to dethrone him has grown stronger than ever, and I am now fully focused on seeking my vengeance no matter what cost. No amount of force can stop me from reclaiming my rightful title.” “I look forwar

So vivid it almost hurt. God! The memories flooded in like an erosion. Her fingers twitched, a vein pulsing at the end of her ear. “I will avenge you.” Her voice came out shaky. “I will avenge you all, Dad. Even if it takes my last breath. I will avenge you. The man who killed you deserves to die and…” She threw her head backward, exhaling. “And I will stop at nothing until I bring in justice.” Vengeance wasn’t just desire—it was her purpose. Her reason to keep breathing.

Scarlet’s jaw tightened. She was already sick of being remembered only when people needed someone to blame. “I don’t want to be impressive for a season,” Scarlet said quietly. “I want to be unforgettable.” The Lycan’s eyes sharpened. "Good," he thought. That hunger is real. “But nothing is free,” her wolf growled. “What does he want?” As if summoned by the question, the Lycan spoke again. “I want vengeance.” The word landed like a gunshot. Scarlet’s breath hitched.

His hand came up slowly and patted my cheek twice, lightly, mockingly, each touch more insulting than a slap. “What do I want?” he whispered, his voice suddenly turning cold enough to freeze blood. “I want your sleep ruined. I want your peace destroyed. I want every beautiful thing you built to rot in your hands while you stand there helpless, watching it crumble piece by piece just like I watched mine crumble.” His eyes darkened with something deeper than hatred. It was pain sharpened into vengeance. “And when I’m done with you,” he continued quietly, leaning close enough for me to feel his breath on my face, “I want you begging for death the same way I once begged for life.”

I yearned for her to experience a fraction of the pain she had inflicted upon me—to comprehend the repercussions of her deeds! As I scrutinized the comment I left behind, my heart throbbed with intensity. It dawned on me that this was merely the inception of my plan. Countless possibilities lay ahead, a couple of ways to make her atone for her actions. The thirst for vengeance consumed me, sealing my commitment irreversibly. I had embarked upon a transformative appearance journey, propelled by anguish, indignation, and the pursuit of justice. The pivotal question remained: How far would I traverse this road to attain my retribution? And what other concealed truths would I discover during thi

I turned my back to him so that he couldn't see the tears pooling in my eyes. He sighed heavily, "what do you want from me? I don't understand how to make this better..." I rounded on him, snarling my words. "I wanted vengeance, Duke! I want the world to suffer as I have suffered! I want to be the one to hold the fragile thread of life in my hands and to sever it as they look at me in horror. I wanted to know that it was me who was their final fate!” “Grace, there’s no one left! They’re all gone! We have to have faith that the gods will punish them as they see fit!”

Though no amount of wealth or life could fill the void left by my mother’s death and Cercei’s disappearance, taking away his life would at least bring me some semblance of satisfaction. I was prepared to systematically strip away everything that mattered to him, one by one, savouring the destruction of his world. With each loss, my heart swelled with wrath, and I embraced the monster that had been born inside me. I no longer loathed what I had become; instead, I enjoyed the chance to watch the world burn before me. The embers of vengeance had ignited an inferno in my soul, and I was ready to unleash its fury against those who had wronged me. I knew there would be consequences, and I welcomed

Part of me wished that I was dead along with him. Part of me wished that this sick bastard would put a bullet through my brain… Put an end to me. Just like he did to my father. But now… I was fixated on vengeance. Fixated on watching this motherfucker burn. I wouldn’t rest until I got justice. Retribution was mine. I may not have been built for this way of living. I may not have had it in me to see the things that I would have to see moving forward. But I would have to put up with it.

It’s a hesitant fearful response, he knows the risk of death turning it will bring, even for a vampire who wasn’t weakened like they have done to me but they also don’t know how fucking strong and determined I am. I feel the current amp up to a level I didn’t know possible more ice water hits my body and head, the unearthly scream continues to echo around the stone walls, I hold onto that thread of vengeance, my desire to end his life to keep my sanity in tact, my mind so close, so in danger of being lost for good. I know my body must be a charred mess by now the stench of burned flesh is overwhelming. I will kill you reverberates around my mind before mercifully the darkness takes it and th

My fingers rested against my temples, and I stared out the window, watching the light fade and no longer reflect the powder of snow. I had the knife at her throat and I had the blade right against her skin. I could feel her frantic pulse as her heart pumped adrenaline in her veins. I got off on her vulnerability, on her submission. She knew her life was about to end, and there was nothing she could do about it. My revenge was finally in my hands but then her little speech turned me cold. She took all the power away and she didn’t even realize it. She viewed her death as a sacrifice, a way to satisfy my need for revenge and to spare her family at the same time like a martyr, she wanted her de