Novel & Cerita Her Revenge: From Shadow To Sunlight

He took a deep breath and imagined that golden thread flowing downward, touching the rebellious shadow. “You are no longer my master,” Siron whispered internally, directing the thought at the darkness. “The curse is over. You are free. Dissolve.” He felt resistance. Blind rage. Tortured memories from centuries past. But beneath it all, there was also relief. The shadow trembled violently. The cold began to recede. Siron opened his eyes to find his left hand, unconsciously, held out with his palm facing down. From his palm, a faint golden light erupted, illuminating the shadow on the floor.

Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection. The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point. But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left. Revenge. The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom in my red-bottom heels, a small smile on my face. Ethan gave me a once-over and smiled in satisfaction as he took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

Just as I was drifting into the first true, safe sleep I could remember, the cold whisper returned…It’s too good to be true. And outside, in the woods beyond the line, a shadow moved where no shadow should have been. A single, eye reflected under the moonlight for a second before vanishing. I was petrified, but I tried to calm myself by snuggling closer to him, as I watched his chest heave as he slept quietly. I stared at him for a couple of minutes before I fell asleep. Though the lurking shadow stuck to my mind, like a reminder that revenge was just by the corner. And that it seemed like the debt isn't over, so as everything

The blue glow of the blade held the eyes of most everyone present. The man had barely opened his mouth to speak when Revenge stepped out of the shadows he had been standing in. "Stop giving her the run around and honor the contract!" he ordered. The counsel looked somewhat alarmed that one of their own would side with a noble – especially one like Sylvia Tane. They looked at Revenge as though they would like to skewer him, but were afraid to. Instead of condemning Revenge when he opened his mouth, the man asked, "Can you confirm that this is indeed the body of the woman that was once your apprentice, The Silver Hand of Retribution?"

The Shadowborn stood silently behind them, a solemn reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "We shall put an end to this shadow," Xander proclaimed with a steady voice. "We plan on bringing back the brightness." The form in front of them, representing the shadows, chuckled. The chilling echo of its voice resonated throughout the chamber. "You will not be able to overcome me." I will exist forever. I am the darkness that will engulf everything. In a sudden, quick movement, the mysterious figure released a burst of power. Xander and Eva responded simultaneously, their combined light creating a shield that diverted the assault. The collision of powers caused vibrations in the chamber, sha

Overwhelming guilt and regret flooded my soul, their dark waters threatening to drown me in a sea of sorrow and remorse. I looked down at Reya just to remember what sacrifices I had made to get her back. This had to be worth it. It had to be. I had to tell myself this otherwise I would never forgive myself. I still may never forgive myself... That's when it hit me, they said a life for a life and I didn't get to choose. The Shadows hadn't chosen what life yet, I was sure of it. I suddenly got nervous, wondering who they might take and when. It was as if my thoughts had awakened The Shadows from their slumber, and they responded with an unnerving swiftness. An unholy cold descended upon us, s

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

And under what circumstances she did do that, it seemed justified as she explained the reasons to him now. But, still, how could he allow her to be free after killing his best friend? And why did he return to her? Even after returning, he could’ve killed her after the first humiliation but no, he started to use her as his personal tool, his personal sleep partner, why? Was sleeping with her necessary for this revenge? Not in any way, so then why did he keep forcing himself on her? Henry’s face turned gloomy and he looked at her with complicated feelings in his eyes.