Keira's Vengeance Fairytale Novels & Stories

With rage burning deep in her eyes and heart she muttered at him "I will get my revenge you illegitimate bastard scum-" Fwoosh. With a downwards strike of his blade, her head came clean off and she plunged into darkness. With a solemn prayer in her heart, she wished and prayed that if there is any God or sovereign being out there somewhere, who knows she has been treated unfairly. She pleaded for a second chance to get her revenge and truly live up to the name of 'Kyra the Tyrant Villainess'. It's warm, she thought to herself. Is this what death feels like?

My heart felt completely numb. "Is it my fault he was born poor? He cares about his appearance—don't I care about mine too?" Keira finally saw the full extent of my injuries, and her hands trembled as she held mine. "Orlando, what the hell happened to you? Did they do this? Rest, just rest. I swear on my life, I will avenge you." Feeling the warmth of Keira's grip, my eyes burned with unshed tears.

“Why did you have to betray me?” Keira stares at the river and imagines what could happen if she ever jumps; she’ll die underwater, the police will find her corpse and she will be buried as the criminal who killed herself because she was a coward. The girl shakes her head, chasing the thought as she refuses to be remembered that way. She takes a deep breath, then jumps— not in the water, but on the other side of the bridge. “I'm not going to kill someone else,” whispers Keira, wiping her tears. She decides that if she's going to end her life, she better does it with honour as in turning herself in to the police.

Silently, Keziah walked out of the office with her head bowed in embarrassment. After it came to her realization that Ash was a king, she had been trying to settle things between them and have him back because, after all, he was her mate, but to no avail. When her father, Alpha Kepha, knew about Ash being her mate but she rejected him out of Larrisa's threats, he had been pressuring her to get back with him. Her father was thirsty for royalty, and he kept on saying that if she became her Majesty, he would get to gain the royal image as well.

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

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

I scoffed. She smirked, moving to the window like she owned the view. “You don’t need to act superior, Kiara. You’re not invincible nor untouchable.Even queens bleed.” “And some snakes shed their skin but stay venomous,” I replied sharply. “So again, why are you here?” She turned to face me, arms crossed. “I’m giving you a chance. Step down from the Evergreen project.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Step down, or I’ll bury you under a truth you won’t see coming.”

Rihanna backed down and slumped beside her on the floor. "No, dear. The fact that you're a maid-" Keira pouted and glared at her. "Sorry, I mean the fact that you're a slave doesn't mean that you're to be treated like a trash bag. I mean, just take a good look at yourself and you'll you're far worth more than they make you seem like."She picked a strand of Keira's hair and began twirling it around her pinky finger. "So beautiful friend, anytime they all come trying to rub their shits on your face, tell them to throw it up their asses and get the fuck out of your face."At her words, the duo burst into a laughing fit.

Glory would snap a thousand times in a day. “Do it well.” she would add. Cassandra was fed up with the comments that she was not some poor deserted slave, she was a queen but her crown had been snatched by those she loved. Walking down the stairs she meets those she has been avoiding for days. Kerlson held a guava milkshake which he shared with his new lover. Cassandra did not know what had gotten into her but she dashed over to them pouring the Milk Shake away.

One thing he gave her was the diary of her mother, he knew that whatever her mother was, Erica possessed the same abilities and same vision and she was able to read and write in that diary. By the age of eighteen Erica had grown into a beautiful girl, she had black beautiful hairs and almond shaped black colored eyes. She had no idea what her life awaits for her in the future nor did ever her father told her. He thought if he didn’t told her she might be much safer from the witch who killed her mother and promised to take Erica away too. But one thing Peter didn’t knew about was the King of the night.