Her Soul For Revenge Novels & Stories

Eldon commanded, giving her a sympathetic look while holding the crystal out between the body and soul. "Please don't do this, Eldon! I'm begging you!" She crouched next to the body. How terribly sad… She looks like she could cry at any second. "I'm so sorry Karen… But you're not done growing yet." She bowed her head for a moment and then nodded in defeat. In the blink of an eye, the soul vanished, and the crystal in his hand shone with a bright purple light for a few seconds, then faded altogether. She disappeared. "Excellent! Let me heal your wounds now… Healing Serenity." All of the wounds vanished in a few seconds. "Now, Soul Revival!" Eldon said, tossing the crystal towards the body.

"You can kill the flesh baby. But you can't harm the soul" I let out a scoff. "I see" "Yes baby." "Your soul is equivalent to nothing Mona" She chuckled. "True. But know one thing East Gonzalez, I will have my revenge" I raise my brows. She scowl at me. I chuckled. "Tell me my dear, how are you going to do that? You are miles away from the world. Have you forgotten that?" Her face twitched. My turn to smirk. "How do you intend to have your beautiful revenge?"

And just as her thoughts about the underworld people were shattered, she became able to see beyond Giovanni's faults and flaws. But if the gun hadn't misfired that night, she wouldn't have been able to find her strength and regain herself. She'd taken the short, painless path…the easy one… wishing it would spare her that hopeless future. Eleonor doesn't want to spare them the misery that awaits them. She doesn't seek physical pain or a quick end to those who tortured her for so long. What she seeks is a careful revenge, one that will reach far beyond the flesh… a revenge that targets the soul, made to destroy conviction and hope.

I swore it, heart cold with rage and resolve: One day, I’d make him pay for every violation, every humiliation, every scar he carved onto my body and memory. Tonight, he thought he’d conquered me. But he would never own me—not really. My soul is my own. My revenge would be too.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

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.

"Why are you so obsessed with getting my soul like them when you know there's nothing special about me?" The soul sucker is in trouble. The anger seemed to intensify because of what she said. His hand pressed against her chin. The fingers rose to her jaw as if he wanted to break the bones in her face. Claire endured the pain, just to not give the soul sucker the pleasure of seeing her hurt by what he was doing. "Because for me, you are a tool for my revenge. I swear I will not die without my family getting revenge on the Dark Family."

she chuckled, rising to her feet, the ends of her gown lightly brushing the floor. “Pl… please have… have mercy…” he pleaded, gluing his head on the floor, but even he knew that this woman was anything but merciful. How could that word even be in her vocabulary when she was the reincarnation of the devil? She had killed his father, and since that day he thirsted for revenge. He had volunteered himself to become a spy, to know her weakness just so he could help the other empires take her down. But it had all backfired. He had been caught and now he was under the ire of this demoness.

I guess we’ll never know. She walks back slowly to her room, and for the first time ever, she is glad that Alexis is not in. She lies on her bed and the images of the two decapitated men keep coming to mind. Kayola starts to sob and her sobbing turns into deep weeping and mourning. She cries and cries until she can cry no more. She swears on her father and mother’s lives, and the lives of all the people Devilio has murdered, that she will make him pay. It may take her a long time and cost her so much, but she will get her sweet, sweet revenge.

" Being alive burned, she can't think of a more brutal death than this for herself. She felt this was her punishment for choosing a monster as her mate. On the other side, she could hear two familiar laughs around her. They were laughing while she was all burning alive. Her screaming echoed all over the room, and soon everything around her started burning with her. Amid her tragedy, she saw the pair walking out of the house alive, and this picture hurt her soul to scream out in rage before losing her last breath, "Jamil! Sophia! I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!"