I M Vengeance Novels & Stories

CHAPTER #1 The rain poured heavily against the glass walls of the Adnersoin mansion, each drop echoing the chaos inside Izabelleh’s heart. She stood by the tall window, her reflection faint against the storm outside. Her eyes, once bright with hope, now carried the dull weight of fear and resignation. In less than an hour, she would marry a man she no longer recognized—the same man who once made her believe that love could last forever. Aion Ynrowelz.

I had waited, patient as stone, until the day I was strong enough to walk into the heart of my enemy's kingdom without trembling. Mom. Dad. I've come to avenge you. A determined smile crossed my lips, sharp and humorless. Nothing would stop me tonight — not even if it cost me my own life in the process. I had made peace with that a long time ago. My senses caught movement before I heard it — a shift in the air, the faint scent of leather and steel drifting on the breeze. I slipped behind a marble pillar carved with golden wolves mid-howl, ancient kings kneeling beneath them in tribute, and pressed my back to the cold stone. Footsteps. Voices. Getting closer, unhurried, easy — the walk of men

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

Then, softer “But I will.” --- The air between us tightened. Stretched. Ready to snap. And for the first time I wondered if I had come back for revenge… Or walked straight into something far more dangerous. --- Because Lucien Varkas was no longer just watching me. He was hunting. And the worst part I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run.

"Did you enjoy watching me take her?" The rage finally boiled over, bypassing the filter of my fear. I spat the words out, my voice dripping with cold, concentrated venom. "You didn't do it for pleasure, Mr Vale. Did you? You did it for the audience, you used her just like you use everyone else. Aren't you pathetic? A man who needs a witness to feel like a king?"

The knife gleamed under the light. The third twin stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his neck. Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the girls. The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. Vincent and Victor were his brothers. Both were dead. Now he would finish what they started. Luca asked what they started. Vance said protecting the family. Derek had hired Victor to protect Nova. Victor had done his job. Vincent had wanted revenge. Vance wanted peace.

Her reflection stares back at her—stunning, untouched, dangerous. She smiles—not sweetly. It’s the kind of smile forged from betrayal and calculated survival. IMANI (softly, like a promise) The truth. (she lifts her chin) Dressed in vengeance. She hits the “Go Live” button… but doesn’t speak immediately. She lets the viewer count rise, lets the silence drag—until tension becomes currency. Only then does she lean forward, eyes burning into the camera like a woman ready to wage war.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

If I could get him, then I wouldn't care about Raymond or Elizabeth. I smirked. If I could get Raymond away from Vanessa, then definitely I could get Damien, and I will. ~~Vanessa~~ It has been four days since Damien visited the hospital frequently, and Raymond, on the other hand, couldn't because of Damien. Now I'm fully healed and discharged, so obviously, I'm going to get back to my vengeance. “Steady.” Damien's grip tightened around my arm, leading me back into the house. “I'm fine, you don't have to baby me” I yanked my hand off his.