Frank Iero Revenge Era Novels & Stories

“He left you there, Eric. You are his revenge. Everyone knows that. The war broke out and he left you to rot there. No one dared to beat Raymond after that, not even after seeing what he could do. Even criminals know how to love their families, their children." Eric felt himself burst like a dam. Every emotion, every memory related to Raymond flashed through his mind. Raymond will do whatever it takes to get revenge. All. Eric fell to his knees and vomited. For the first time in years, Eric cried. He couldn't stop. He screamed and cried. He gasped for breath. He saved me. He let me wear it. He feeds me. He calls himself brother. "Lie!" Eric shouted. He reached for his knife and lunged at Fel

"I swear to you, I was as clueless as you were. There are some things you need to know about Erika, especially the motive behind her revenge and hunger to kill everyone." My ears perked at the mention of the bitch who caused such anguish, but I kept my mouth shut. Sloane sat up, wiping her tears, looking calm, composed even. "Erika… " A hiss of irritation and impatience fell out my mouth. "Speak!" She flinched, muttering an apology. "Here's the truth with evidence. Erika was Marco's mate." Her statement hit me like a flying hammer, making a chill nip my spine and hairs lifting at the back of my neck.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

"They know everything, Kendall. I am sure of that. My wife and my son. Kendall, this is all about revenge." "Ero and I met when he moved next door, and he saw us being affectionate with each other while I was with Jacobo one morning after he finished jogging. I thought it was all accidental, but it wasn't. He already knew everything from the beginning; he pretended not to know until he caught us. All this time, he made me believe, he played me in his hands. I'm sure he was delighted when I gave him everything, and it must have been an achievement for him when I said I loved him so much, and as a bonus, I married him even though I didn't know much about him. I didn't even question why they ha

"The Martial Alliance will make them answer for the crimes against you." However, Frank growled coolly, "That's your own damn business." That left Elder Fango surprised. "Are you saying you're not going to seek revenge?" "Josh Dellon and the Lionhearts are nothing." Frank glanced at Stanley's corpse in turn. "I will dig deep and find his benefactor!" Elder Fango was left flashing a smile of wry amusement. "Why make mountains out of anthills? He was just playing mind games, seeing that he had no chance of survival!"

There was not much time left, and not only that, if Erika didn’t move, she was going to be caught by the people of Valeria Valladolid. “Why, marcos? How is it possible for you to know so much?” Sooner or later she had to know the truth and he didn’t tell it there, there were little chances that he would be able to tell her the truth in another place. “Because Valeria ruined me as well. She took everything from me. She and… someone else. Erika, promise me something.” The fever was going up. Marcos grabbed Erika’s hand. “Promise me you’ll get your revenge for both, you’ll look for that person who also ruined me and put them on their knees. Get revenge on Valeria, her sons and…”

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

I hated the wrong person. I didn’t know that I had Russian blood in my veins. “Then we are done running from the past,” I said coldly. “Because I intend to dig up every lie they buried with her.” Erico’s hand tightened around mine. “Princess, you have to calm down.” Erico said. “We will take revenge.” He added. Vincenzo nodded once. “Then we begin.” I looked at Nazyr. “You will help me.” His eyes softened — just a fraction.

“You hired scums to harass me. You handed over my ex-fiancé to Isabella like I was nothing. You sent me to prison when I should’ve been celebrated for saving myself. That man attacked me. And you knew it.” His lips parted, but I didn’t let him speak. “And when I got out,” I continued, voice low and shaking with rage, “you came back, pretending to offer me a home. You didn’t want a wife—you wanted a tool. Something useful. Something quiet.” I took a step back, just out of his reach. “Did you think about this moment—right now—when you ruined me?” Eric collapsed to his knees, sobbing, “Babe, I… I killed Adam. I killed Isabella. I avenged you. I did it for you. Please… forgive me.”

He once told me, “Never give him a seat at the table, Dante. He’ll stab you in the back the moment he tastes power.” I never swallowed Federico’s bullshit because I understood Alio. I knew what it was like to be shoved into someone else’s shadow, to be told you’d never be enough no matter how hard you fought. That kind of wound doesn’t heal—it festers, burns, turns you into something dangerous. So when Alio came back to Città dei Re and walked into my base a few days ago, I didn’t slam the door in his face. Hell, I welcomed him. Alio has returned for his revenge.