Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.

She knew she would feel the mate bond, but she was sure she wouldn't feel anything more for Colton, but when he touched her, she felt the exact damn feelings she had felt once. She wanted to scream and roar. She wanted to grab Meganne by her hair and kill her right there, by ripping her to pieces. She wanted to plunge the knife deep inside Colton's gut and be done with it. The need for revenge was so strong, the need for vengeance, it was like a fire burning. It was slowly destroying herself, but she didn't give a damn. She wouldn't give a damn. Colton would deserve whatever punishment she would be giving him. He deserved more than she could think of. No matter what, still a part of her stay

" I called for my wolf, and he literally barked inside my head. "How many times have I had to tell you that you should control yourself?" She was our mate. It was her first time. I tried to knock some sense into you, but no. You demand pure pleasure. You were intoxified, but I was rational. I remember her dread-filled face. Her erratic heart beats. Her stiffness. It is haunting me. It hurts me that the time we had to cherish with her, we wounded her. "But her wolf..." I want to make excuses for my actions, but my wolf is becoming more enraged.

My voice remained conceited and arrogant. "Hello, to you too," she acknowledged differently instead of paying heed to my sarcasm like I thought she would. I looked at her with a lot of emotions. Hunger and thirst for justice and vengeance are what you can break it into. The desire to have a taste of her and the want of her blood down my throat for the pain her kind caused me throughout my life as a human. But instead, I found my mind took a foreign route. "We meet again!" I said instead.

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

I was angry, so angry that I burned every ice in my way. I was angry, fearless, and determined to get to The Reaper and serve his head to my father, and wanting to reach that goal kept me going, kept me surviving, kept me winning. In summary, the sheer act of wanting The Reaper dead brought me this far… Revenge was the source of my strength. How funny, now, I’m not the only fire, as wanting me dead is the source of another person’s strength. A Fire and Fire fight. Vengeance would do anything to see me dead, just like I’ll do anything to see The Reaper dead.

“Yes, Mother,” But before I could say anything more before I could finish, the line went flat. I clenched my phone tightly. In my hands, anger boiling inside of me, I threw it across the room. I didn't care about the Davenport family. Did they abandon my pregnant mother years ago? So what? We are thriving without them; only my mother cares for revenge, and I'm tired; I just want her to love me. Is that too much to ask? ~~Vanessa~~

The memory of her family's betrayal haunted her every waking moment, fueling a fire of vengeance that burned relentlessly in her heart. With each passing day, she delved deeper into the shadows of the criminal underworld, honing her skills as a lawyer by day and a clandestine operative by night. She sought out allies in the most unlikely of places, forming alliances with those who shared her desire for justice and retribution. Amari's quest for vengeance took her to the darkest corners of the city, where she encountered danger at every turn. But she refused to back down, drawing strength from the memory of her family's betrayal and the burning desire for retribution that fueled her every ste

And yet, she had held back, kept him in the dark about the depths of her motivations. Athena's fists unclenched as she struggled to reconcile her desire for vengeance with her newfound emotions. She was determined to avenge her father's death, to bring justice to his memory, but she couldn't ignore the guilt that whispered in the recesses of her mind. She knew that the path she had chosen was a dangerous one, fraught with deception and danger, and yet she couldn't bring herself to abandon it.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!