Mapleshade's Vengeance Novels & Stories

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

“Kevin, with me. Mara, Jasper, flank the ravine. Lila, map the runes. Tess, Kael, hold the rear.” Kevin’s amber eyes locked on hers, his sword raised, voice low, steady, the pine scent of him grounding her through their mind-link. “Always, Sam—let’s burn these bastards down.” Shade rumbled, approving, his claws flexing, the wraiths’ snarls closer now, the red glow in the ravine intensifying, the cold air biting harder, his tattoo pulsing red, a vow of bloodshed for her.

"The border scouts report at least sixty Blood-Moon riders moving through the lower valley. They are using fire-arrows and oil casks. The Nightshade perimeter guards fled the moment Vance was struck down." Damon clawed at the gravel near the steps of the stage, a pathetic, bubbling laugh escaping his split lips as he looked up at the smoke. "You... you think you won," he wheezed, his bound arms twisting uselessly in the heavy outland chains. "Vance’s mercenaries don't stop. They will leave nothing but cinders for you to rule, Elena. You brought this ruin on us!" Elena stepped to the very edge of the stone platform, her gaze dropping to the broken Alpha Heir. The intense, shattering heartbrea

“The nexus’s future revives its past. Choose, Jessica, and face the weavers’ wrath.” The atrium shook, the loom’s threads snapping, and shadows surged—Sereth’s cunning, Verath’s truth, Vorath’s hunger, Sylvara’s growth, Caleth’s finality, Elyra’s pact, Aethra’s origin, Null’s void—each reborn, their forms weaving a new tapestry of vengeance. Kade roared, his claws slashing, but the shadows reformed, their laughter a blade. Selene’s spells burned, but the shadows absorbed her light. Lucas struck, his dagger flashing, but the shadows were endless. Bryan’s glow disrupted their ranks, but the loom pulsed, feeding their wrath.

Before Marshawn could finish, a blade pierced through his chest from behind. Startled, he turned to see Jade. Jade laughed and shouted, "I've finally avenged my daughter! Die, Marshawn!" Slash! Slash! Slash! Jade laughed maniacally as she repeatedly stabbed Marshawn's body with the long knife that had severed Lord Fifth's dragon horn. Marshawn looked at Jade with surprise and confusion. Did the Exalted Immortal not say she had lost self-awareness? "I've waited decades for this day. The backlash of the formation should be starting now. Die!"

Her arrogance is annoying. The words seared into Melissa's consciousness, igniting a fire of vengeance within her soul. Her mind raced, plotting and scheming as she watched Jada on the stage, radiating with an ethereal glow. When Chase brushed Jada's cheek, Melissa's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Then taking a deep breath, Melissa composed herself, donning a mask of false confidence. "Congratulations, Jada," she hissed under her breath. "Enjoy your moment while it lasts. Because soon, I will make sure your happiness crumbles beneath the weight of my vengeance."

And we had something they didn’t—a reason to live through this. For her, it was vengeance. For me, it was her. She slammed a dagger into a rogue’s neck and grabbed my arm for support. “We’re thinning them out.” I nodded. “But we’ll be exhausted before they are.” She gritted her teeth. “Not if we shift.” “Then let’s do it.”

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

"Mingle's strength veils nexus. Use wise or distract with heat's allure?" "Voss your pyres burned bright against the guardians," Alexander rumbled circling her with storm pressure. "But these echoes tempt old vendettas anew. Will your rituals share full in unity or covet the crown's glow alone?" Voss cackled flames nodding fierce. "Storm born your thunder tests true! Rituals share all vengeance crowns diad. No covet hoard glow burns doubt pyres eternal with mingle's veil!"