I M Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said cheerfully, "you're invited to our upcoming wedding." That's all. This is I will begin mine for vengeance. I'm going to hurt them one by one. Not physically but mentally and emotionally. I just stared at them intently. I'm not sure what they'll think of me, but the important thing is that I can exact my vengeance. "W-wedding?" She stammered. "Yup, it's close. Come on, I'll send you an invitation card." I said. I just looked into his eyes.

Her mark is a constant burn now, and the scent of her anguish is so thick I can almost taste it. I force myself to stand and stare at Dan. “Don’t let her die.” I command. “Never.” Tate on my heels, I make my way out. Outside in the hall, I stop, breathing hard, the most horrendous thoughts running a loop through my mind. My frustrations and my fears culminate and I roar and punch a fist into the wall, going straight through. The pain is good, it centres my mind and shows me the next thing I must do. Vengeance.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

Every moment of revenge I’ve been dreaming about since the first time he raised his hand to me. I am not a victim anymore. I am fury. I am vengeance. I am every woman who ever had to swallow her screams and smile, every woman who had to pretend the bruises were accidents, every woman who was told she was crazy and worthless and nothing without him. And I am DONE. I don’t know how long it lasts. Seconds. Minutes. An eternity compressed into a single red-hazed moment of violence. All I know is that I’m going to kill him. I’m going to tear him apart with my bare hands and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it, and when I’m done there won’t be enough left of him to bury—

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue, driving me forward with relentless determination. I continued to forge ahead, my senses honed on the direction and scent of Damian's voice. The battlefield was a cacophony of clashes and roars, each step a deliberate stride toward the confrontation that awaited. The anticipation of our impending clash heightened with every heartbeat, a rhythm that matched the pounding fury within me. "I can't calm down, Lara," I replied, my voice laced with a raw intensity. "I need to do this. I need to make him pay for everything he's done. For my parents, for the Black Moon pack."

"You didn't track us down for a reunion. What do you want?" Jimmy's facade cracked slightly, annoyance flickering across his features. Behind him, two more figures emerged from the sedan both large, both clearly warriors. My mates immediately shifted their stances, preparing for a fight. "Relax," Jimmy said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not here to fight. I'm here to warn you." "Warn us about what?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. Whatever game he was playing, I was done being a pawn. "The Brothers of Vengeance," he replied, his expression growing serious. "They're not just some random group of rogues seeking revenge. They're organized, well-funded, and they've been planni