Mapleshade's Vengeance Novels & Stories

“Don’t pretend to be nasty anymore, Feral. You love me, you always have. You always will. And it’s why you hate me so much now.” Ouch. He winced at how spot on she was. Damn her for her agile mind. “I don’t h-” He looked down and saw that she was unconscious. Finally. But she was covered in sweat which shined orange. Indicating that her Benu was trying to make her shift into a bird in the hope of salvaging her body. It’s too late for that. Sometimes shapeshifting could heal what was damaged. But not this kind of a wound. “Nealinim.” He shook her lightly.

"And they... It was not so long ago." "I'm so sorry about that." "Yeah, but the living keep on living." I shrug the atmosphere off and smile. The cold pricks my skin again and I shiver. "Can we continue watching Castlevania?" I pick my phone up from the floor. "Yes, we can." He smiles and we continue watching the show. My heart is racing and my head is spinning. My shoulders fold inward instinctively. The vents were still working perfectly and the cold was becoming unbearable. And I decided to—why did I have to wear this stupidly sexy strapless gown?

Doing anything rash at this point was more like digging the grave for myself since I happened to still be a nobody with no parents or relatives. It was as a result of this that no one in the pack liked me and as a way to get rid of me, their best plan was to come up with a way to either have me sent out of the Prime pack. At this period, Francis was yet to be crowned as the Alpha and it meant I had two years to go on with my revenge. “Come on. I'm sorry about what's happening to you. You didn't deserve any of this. Jealousy can be bitchy sometimes,” softly, he said.

"They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary healing factor to an absolute crawl and to effortlessly slaughter his elite Vanguard forces. Without those weapons, his heavily armored warriors will tear our mercenaries apart in seconds. Getting that armor-piercing silver into the hands of our strike teams is our first, mandatory step." I walked over to the center table, where a large, highly detailed topographical map of the neutral valley between our territories was lying open. The faded parchment showed the narrow, treacherous gorges, the dense pines, and the freezing rivers that separated the Blood Moon from the Shadow Vanguard. Smirking down at the map, I tapped a single, heavy

We were going to lead the initial core of the Malachious Army, and I left Alpha Cyrus to lead the largest group of shifters. "Arrows!" I heard the shouts as soon as we opened the gate, but we came prepared. I nodded at Calvel, and he gave the order to our archers standing at the wall to fire. Our arrowheads were all dipped in silver with a saffron-aconite blend. We wanted to make sure they were equally deadly to shifters and vampires. It took us fifteen minutes to take care of the first line of their archers. As soon as their arrows stopped flying, our army entered the wasteland.

"What does Vesper gain from this?" "Revenge," I said quietly. Through my gift I'd felt her emotions when she drew that map. Hatred. Betrayal. The bitter taste of being used and discarded. "Draven promised her power. Instead he made her a tool. She wants him to suffer." "Revenge makes people reckless." Nola tapped the map. "These entrances could be traps." "Could be." Kael studied the northern approach. "But it's all we have. We verify what we can through scouts. The rest we take on faith."

Lycidas's POV As I waited, I couldn't help but notice that my heart was beating harder than normal. It had been more than an hour since Mabel sent Meli…Mia to go gather the herbs. I couldn't help wondering if the Nightshade lunatics had gotten her. Last night, as we fought, our opponents had be extremely talkative, and it didn't take much asking to learn that they're from the Nightshade pack, intent on revenge on the Blood Moon pack for the war waged on them by alpha king Hazel.

The Crowshrike elder's vengeance is not a blade-it's a *seed*. Lila's laughter rings through the clearing, high and discordant, as the moonflowers writhe around her. The roots coil into a throne of thorns, lifting her above the fray. Her eyes, once wide with the innocence of a rescued child, now glow with the Crowshrike's spectral green. The elder's voice spills from her lips, warped and guttural. *"You stole our vengeance, Stormbearer. Now we steal yours."*

It packed a punch almost as mighty as his Void Volley move. A distant wail echoed as the farthest wisp of blood mist let out Black Maple Master's agonized scream before all three vanished. There, in the open, Black Maple Master's chest bore a gruesome gash, his blood swiftly soaking his shirt crimson. He lay on a discarded plastic plank, his breathing barely perceptible. "Same old, same old," Alexander muttered, crunching over brittle branches as he zeroed in on Black Maple Master. Revenge was within reach. However, in a desperate move, Black Maple Master hurled an ancient jade amulet into the murky swamp.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”