Manga About Revenge Isekai Novels & Stories

The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive. I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day. When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince. I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised. For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne. The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

ANA’s POV As I opened my eyes, I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. It was as if the events of the party had been erased from my memory. Seeing them in person again, knowing that they thought I was dead, ignited a fire within me. It felt like I was being engulfed in flames, but I resisted the urge to act on my desire for revenge. I knew that rushing into action would only sabotage my carefully laid plans. My quest for vengeance has only just begun. I will make them suffer, little by little, until they understand the pain, anger, and hatred that I have endured.

Annatoria's eyes met his for the first time and for a fleeting second, he saw more than her eyeballs. Her saw the thirst for revenge as he ordered “Retreat!! " to his warriors. Annatoria was mo soft cake at getting revenge. She never forgave those who treated her mercilessly and not even Manga was an exception. She was coming for her revenge. And when she did— Manga would pay.

Giovanni’s smirk widened, impressed. "You truly are different from the others. You fight with power beyond bullets." Antonio sipped his wine, eyes glinting with icy dominance. "A war between mafia isn’t just about violence." His fingers tapped against the table. "It’s about controlling the world that no one sees." And outside these walls—The Crimson Lotus was crumbling. Renjiro was spiraling. Every night he drank himself into oblivion. Every day he tortured whatever woman he had taken. Every second, he was drowning in his own rage and grief.

“Shouldn't Xuan Wu be in the Immortal Seal that Xing Long created? He couldn't possibly be reincarnated or anything like that! Why does that little brat suddenly have his powers?!” Seeing that his enemy had risen, Maolin sped up and in the blink of an eye, the kid was face to face with Zhu Qiu. The man with the Phenoenix bird tattoo chose to take a step back. Xuan Wu had a superior tendency to melee attacks. Just one melee attack that Xuan Wu's strength managed to do, it would certainly do some damage to the opponent's body.

her words filled with remorse as her gaze wandered, revisiting the traumatic events in her mind. "It's not your fault, Mum," Jessica reassured her mother, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and anger. She recounted what the good Samaritan who had come to Rebecca's aid had shared, "The person who hit you and ran... it was a hit and run. The driver accidentally struck you and left you injured, thinking they could escape."

He sobbed at Yuki. Gathering her last energy, Yuki managed to move one of her hands and touch Fūma's face with a weak smile. She said, "Fuma, this is not your fault. I-I, I'm also guilty. I'm sorry…. I'm sorry. I lo-love you, Fūma. Sorry, because of me.... You have to suffer. I -I make you hurt, and.... You, you have to feel this pain again. I'm sorry.... If only I had never existed. If only I had died back then, maybe.... Maybe now you do not have to feel anything for my departure. I'm sorry... Fūma. Please... Fūma. Please... forgive me.... Please, do not be sad.... No, do-don't cry Fūma…." "Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll trea

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

The answer came instantly. Without hesitation. Dante fell silent. Aurora smiled. “But the question is…” She stepped closer. Her gaze sharp. “…who is being set up?” Lily bit her lip. Hard. Almost drawing blood. Her thoughts spiraled. And slowly… She realized something. This wasn’t just revenge. This was… something bigger. Aurora didn’t just want to destroy them. She wanted… To make them destroy each other. Aurora turned and picked up her phone.