Her Revenge: From Shadow To Sunlight Novels & Stories

Rachel channeled more energy, strengthening the barrier and reflecting Viviane’s shadow attacks. Frustrated, Viviane launched a powerful strike, attempting to break through the shield, but Rachel evaded with remarkable agility. “All this time, you believed hatred alone would defeat us,” Rachel said, her voice strong and resolute. “You were wrong.” Viviane attacked again, this time with greater force. But Rachel, now fully focused, raised her hands high. From the palace ceiling, a pure white light descended, illuminating Viviane. With one sweeping motion, Rachel shattered Viviane’s wave of shadows.

"We must. For Elara and all those they have harmed. We'll figure something out. The first rays of hope—a rebellion rising against the darkness—then replaced the shadows of retaliation. To be continued...

Then like a flashbulb I remembered a quote my father had used before he passed away. Just make sure you are married or engaged if you ever need the family inheritance.They can't defraud you that way I finally stopped pacing. That was true. We might be married and he might be thinking that getting married to me and then divorcing me would get him a fortune but he was mistaken. I didn't need him to return to me. I needed my inheritance. For years I believed that my greatest strength was love but now revenge might be even more beneficial. I checked the time. Nearly seven o’clock from what I had heard tonight was the engagement dinner that Camille and Barry were throwing.

His eyes blazed with an unearthly intensity, and his heart pounded with the strength of a hundred werewolves. Elena's grip on Reid's shoulders tightened. "By the power of the Devouring Shadow, you are reborn, Reid. Your vengeance shall be unstoppable." The darkness swirled around Reid, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with his every heartbeat. His thoughts clarified, focusing on a single, burning goal: to destroy those responsible for Ariella's death.

I asked him, seriously. He turned. Eyes wide. Frantic. He opened his mouth, "We didn't mean to hurt her-" I cut him off, humming out a gentle lullaby. Didn't mean to hurt her? Never in my life had I heart such bullshit. I lifted my hand, the shadows obeying my every move, my every thought and whisper. They crawled up his body like a snake, wrapping around his neck. "I want you to understand", I said softly, the shadows pulling him toward me slowly by his neck. "This isn't rage. This isn't revenge. This is balance".

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Geri had been reborn. She was back to the very beginning, when she had first started to take revenge on Alistair. She was back to a time when Alistair, Corey, and George were all still alive. Everything could still be changed! Geri didn't hesitate for even a second and headed straight for the equipment room. When she arrived, a few boys were in the middle of throwing volleyballs at Alistair. Ball after ball slammed into his legs and stomach. He could only curl up in the corner and hug his head to protect himself.

Somewhere in it, the man with the bloodshot eyes was breathing air that should have been taken from him the night he took mine. I looked at the city and I made a silent promise to Sandra Raymond — to the girl in the white dress who had refused to stop fighting even when she had nothing left to fight with. I'm not done, I told her. We are not done. I closed Vivian Salvatore eyes and rested, because I was going to need my strength. Everything was about to begin.

Her eyes were pits of shadow, her smile cold. "Hidden Luna," she said. "I've waited a long time for this." "Seraphina is dead. Silas is imprisoned. You have nothing to gain." "Revenge is its own reward." She raised her hands, and the ground beneath Clara's feet turned to ash. Clara leaped aside, rolling, and came up with her golden light blazing. The two powers collided—light and shadow, hope and despair. The Ash Witch was strong, but Clara had faced stronger. She pushed, the golden light flaring, burning away the darkness. The Ash Witch screamed, stumbled, and fell.