Hero Who Seeks Revenge Novels & Stories

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

don't know which one to choose revenge or love. Michael shifted to ward.. he got conscious later.. his daughter Elina feed him.. later those two girls when out to have dinner.. Michael called me near him.. but here me still fighting between my mind and heart.. Michael: "I don't know I will be alive or not?? I know there are many rivals for me... as they couldn't attack on me.. they tried to attack on my daughter.. so for world I said my daughter is no more.. no one knows about her.. after me.. I want you to protect her.. now I am week too.. I want her to be in safe hand.. "

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

"Two months is a long time to wait for revenge." "Not compared to ten years." Herod's voice carried the weight of his decade-long quest against Victoria. "True revenge isn't about immediate satisfaction. It's about complete destruction. Taking everything from your enemy, not just their possessions, but their sense of security. Their trust in the world. Their belief in themselves." His words resonated with something deep inside Rose, the part of her that had watched Camille from the shadows all these years, plotting, waiting, building toward the moment when she could take everything her sister had.

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

Most importantly, Thomas had to help Dragon Claw think about staying alive, not muddle around and look like he had suffered a fate worse than death. Thomas was amazing, and his words were very effective. He managed to hit the softest spot in Dragon Claw’s heart with a few sentences. Dragon Claw started struggling to get up, and a light of hatred flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, “Revenge! I must have my revenge! Dragon Scale, I want an eye for an eye!” “You better take good care of yourself first.” While Thomas was about to get up and leave, Dragon Claw stopped him.

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."