Her Soul For Revenge Novels & Stories

The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess. When a shell carrying two souls is penetrated by the blade, it removes the soul which does not belong, and stores it until the soul is returned to the underworld. Until now I have tried to avoid such a violent end for these warriors, and I believe most of them will chose paradise over the alternative, but Alcmene… she is as stubborn and vengeful as they come. “How are you doing Soph dear” I ask her as she walks beside Zaine. My eyes flick briefly to the sleeve of her jumper and the outline of the tip of the dagger is visible just below her elbow

He was already tense since yesterday and now that was the last straw! He took a deep breath and started walking quickly to his father's room. He opened the door without knocking and entered. He walked quickly to his mother without looking at the person who was coming. While Nevra was looking at him with eyes full of fear, she came face to face with the person who took something out of her bent bag. The mocking and dull gaze of the young man met with the angry eyes of the person in front of him. The two of them looked at each other with a mixture of hatred and the young man raised an eyebrow and looked at the person in front of him with a dirty smile. The world was really very small. I

I stared at her, my mind reeling. “Revenge? You tricked me?” “For everything you did to me,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. “For killing me, for betraying me, for giving my child to another woman to raise, for abandoning Zoey, for choosing Shenaya over me, and most importantly for trying to give your daughter's soul.” She took a step forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “This is my revenge.” I choked on the air, struggling to breathe as I tripped backward in shock.

Thorn yelled above the thunder rolls, "I find you guilty of five hundred years of wrongs and over a hundred stolen souls.” She tried regaining her strength, but it was fading fast... The scream that finally tore from her was not one of rage but the sound of all the souls finally finding their freedom from the evil that had bound them. We all watched as hundreds of souls rose from the evil they could not escape. With a final cry, she fell, nothing left to her but black ashes that were blown away by the storm's wind. It was over. It only took one fatal blow. Kira signaled for Sarah, as Ryker had turned to leave, the cellar doors opened, and Sarah came out, helping her.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

Manufacturing her illness. From the very beginning, she had never been sick at all. She had used masterful acting and calculated deception to fool everyone. Even him. Even the pack doctors. And she had used this lie to push me toward death's door. Marcus's chest heaved violently. His wolf was howling inside his mind, demanding blood. The betrayal cut deeper than any silver blade. He grabbed his car keys and stormed out of his office, his face twisted with rage. In the main living room of the pack house, Celeste was still clinging to Mom's arm.

He said crying. "No! She was never my mother and you should never go against me Matthew!" I told him in my deep demonic voice. Matthew was standing there transfixed. "You are not Hannah. You're evil." He said with disgust. I looked at him blood oozing out of my eyes and I scream, I scream so loud he losses his balance with the vibrations of my voice and he hit the tombstone of my grave. I opened my eyes and I was breathless. I am not evil Matthew I said to myself. I am just a lost soul that wants revenge. I will never let anyone, not even Matthew get in the way of my plans.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

She looked at me, "He still has a soul, unlike you." "So, what the hell are you saying?" I snapped impatiently. "Let him go." She replied flatly, "his drive for revenge is temporary. He will not see this through until the end." I scoffed, "You think I don't already know that? My end is total domination over this sour world. Lorak's is to see Malric's demise. I have already promised him a sweet revenge, he already has blood on his hands," I said sternly, "there is no way Lorak is turning back now and I do not care if your daughter failed to bring Malric along with her, Lorak and I will have our revenge."

Callie shouted, sweat dripping down her forehead from the intense effort. Without hesitation, I grabbed the Dark God by the neck, tightening my grip. With my other hand, I seized his abdomen and, with a brutal motion, tore him in half. A piercing scream echoed as, instead of entrails, imprisoned souls burst free from his body. Nocturnus’s form disintegrated into black ash, leaving only a sharp-toothed grin atop the pile of dust. "Damn you!" Sora Rhea erupted in fury, glaring at us with blazing hatred. "I will have my revenge—mark my words!"