Novel & Cerita Her Revenge: From Shadow To Sunlight

​"Thalia died today. That bastard Vance went too far by cutting her throat at the altar before I could retrieve her, but it doesn't matter. Her death, filled with extreme agony and the ultimate betrayal, has triggered the full awakening of the Ancient Blood within her. ​Now, her body has become the perfect host for the legendary Shadow-Blood. In accordance with the ancient Crescent family blueprint, her blood must flow upon the Crescent altar for the time reversal ritual to activate. ​I will turn back time. I will erase this timeline and create a new world where she is reborn with her past memories. Her hatred and desire for revenge against Vance will be the perfect fuel to make her run stra

And it all started with ‘Revenge’ to avenge the humility she went through, she decided to turn evil. I must be wasting your time. I know. But it just keeps getting interesting on how every powerful being joined hands together, but are still unable to stop Krulisa and Borham. Now you know, Revenge can make you unstoppable. You just keep pushing yourself to do it, until one day, you finally realise, that revenge made you lose your own world. Now, don’t stop here! Let me tell you what happened next. Back to the story. Heatherhalls Institute.

“Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. Destroying this place felt like destroying a piece of my past. Before today, every time Hunter crossed my mind, all I could remember were the moments we shared together. And I hated myself for it. After everything he did to me, after the way he betrayed me, holding on to those memories felt like I was betraying myself all over again. But now… now I think every time I remember him, I’ll remember this moment instead. I’ll remember tearing apart the place that caused me so much pain with my own two hands. I don’t think there’s a better feeling than finally breaking the chains that have kept you trapped for so long. Though… I guess I ha

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Trying to do so was a mistake. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty. And this… this was a promise. Our true beauty, the strength of what we were together, only revealed itself here, in the shadows, far from the eyes of the world. It was in the darkness that we were forging our revenge.

His words were working, charging a power of conviction that slowly replaced the overwhelming tension I had. Shadow L was studying my expression in our reflection. He knew what the right words to say, and it was working to compose my thoughts. “Close your eyes, Miss Courtney…” his hypnotic voice made it hard not to follow. “Now, think of them. Your ex-husband, your step-sister… their faces as you strike when you successfully get your revenge. Hmm, that would be a sight. Right, Miss?” I envisioned it. Carter and Yolanda–shattered, humiliated, exactly where I wanted them. I couldn’t wait to watch their downfall, and I must be the one to lead them there.

“Let time expose the truth. Let you see who truly loves you for who you are… and who only wants you for the throne.” I looked at them, masking my face with carefully measured emotion. This was the perfect chance to return with them and step back into their world without resistance. From there, I would avenge my mother’s death, plan every move with precision, and make them suffer slowly and quietly, without ever realizing what was coming for them. The forest fell quiet after the last echo of their apologies faded. Not the gentle kind of silence Shadowmere carried at night, but a tense stillness, as if the land itself were holding its breath.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.