Her Revenge: From Shadow To Sunlight Novels & Stories

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

She pointed it towards the pool of black strands of shadows dancing above her and blasts of light erupted from her fingertips, dispelling the darkness and clearing a path for Keagan to continue his assault. The villain, recognizing the shift in the tide, mustered all the remaining strength he had. He retaliated with a surge of shadow manipulation, attempting to regain control of the battle. Darkness swirled and twisted, wrapping around Keagan and Emberlyn, threatening to ensnare them once more.

Elena asked, hoping Amber will talk about it over the recording, and she could just give the recording to the Duhamel's, so they can know who is really responsible for Caine and his brothers deaths, and that way she wouldn't have to use deadly means to make sure the Duhamel's don't bother her son. "Yeah, I get rid of anyone who stands in my way, the same way I did with Caine and Isaac Duhamel." Amber said, coldly. Unbeknownst to her, Arthur had just come down the stairs and he heard what she just said. "So is that what you came back for?" Arthur asked, walking towards her and his mom. Arthur's voice startled Amber, and she immediately turned only to him standing behind her, he was disappoint

They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one. About 10 feet to her left, she saw a small amber colored wolf leaping around and ripping out the throats of everyone she could reach. Clearly Evie was ready for a fight. Taking her cue, Cassie transformed as well, joining the fray. She couldn’t see anyone that she recognized except for Evie. Not her dad or his beta. None of the comforting and familiar faces from Swiftcrest, just angry wolves, desperate for power and out for blood.

Indeed, Fathia no longer needs that. For her now, it's about ensuring that Alef faces his punishment. Prolonged suffering, the kind that Fathia has endured. Its revenge sparked by the bitterness inside her. Wrapped in years of accumulated resentment, this vengeance is the essence of Alef's blind heart and mind. The accumulation of all his discontent with life, fueling him to commit such heinous acts.

“I want to see the look in her eyes as she begs to end her miserable life. I want to be the one to rip her heart out and take the life out of her.” “I know how much you crave revenge right now, but this is my problem. Don’t even try to go behind my back. I assure you that Shadow gets justice. You have my word. We signed a treaty, and I’m honoring it when one of my kind went to this great length to execute a high-ranking of the clan and a royal member.” I hissed at the sudden burn on my palm. I looked at it, and the burn mark was gone. “I wanna do it myself.”

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

Just as I was about to go to the resurrection, I saw the news on the World Channel. Smile: “Hey, everyone, come and see the god who completed the instance of Dark Shadow lying on the Wind Praying Platform.” Dessert: “I didn’t expect that she was so weak. How could she compete the instance of Dark Shadow alone? Each of us just killed her with few skills. She didn’t even fight back.” Flower: “I thought she was really God Lucifer. However, she just a bitch who only flirt with rich guys. She is bad at operating her character.”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.