Most Vengeful Zodiac Sign Novels & Stories

When he was finally testing the different combinations of the zodiac signs that he had plotted out – Rooster Monkey Dog; Rooster Dog Monkey; Monkey Rooster Dog; Monkey Dog Rooster; Dog Monkey Rooster; Dog Rooster Monkey – Aki kept jabbering on the dial that Sasha sometimes lost track of what particular combination he was checking. Finally, through Sasha’s patience, great memory, and quick mental maths (and Aki’s whiny trudging on the dial), they managed to crack the combination and the safe emitted an unexpected but very rewarding click. Little did they realize that the three zodiac signs were the only ones whose equivalent element, according to the Wu Xing or Five Element Theory, was metal

An angry man snarled, "Damn it, I, Ursara Majoris, will avenge our boss. Why are you stopping me, Zephyr Flowerfang?" Ursara was consumed by hatred. His gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes left no doubt that he would tear his enemies apart if given the chance. The people behind him, evidently his subordinates, echoed his calls for vengeance. The man called Zephyr Flowerfang had a sinister look, his head tapering into a point, making his nickname oddly fitting. Zephyr spoke calmly, "Do you even know who the enemy is that you want to avenge?"

Our protector and guide, ruthlessaly dismembered and discarded by her own blood. "No!" The grief-stricken howl that ripped from my chest scarcely sounded human or sane. But the rage flooding my veins in its wake burned far hotter than mere anguish as I took in the mutilation of that innocent wise woman. Blinded by fury and vengeance, I flung myself straight for Zoya's sneering throat heedless of the death bristling eagerly around her. Only the complete extermination of that vile bitch could slake this wildfire inside me now.

“Thanks for being here, Xena. I should be the one giving you a confidence boost.” She shrugs casually. “It’s fine, I don’t need things like luck or warming up. Beating my opponents would be easy as eating a very moist cake.” She smiles smugly. I know Zeta wolves are most commonly known for their strength and intelligence in everything conflict and battle. They specialize in sorting disputes and war with their fists as opposed to Betas who view things more intellectually. Both are opposite in their own ways, yet serve the Alpha closely by his right and left-hand sides.

But she plans to get even with everyone that has hurt her, even if they didn’t do it yet, they already did once and that was enough for her. The people she hates the most in the whole world is her good family and she will get them back, she really hates them. They betrayed her and used her to get a comfortable life while she paid for it with her suffering. They owe her a debt and as they say karma's a bitch and she is one bitch that crawled out of hell and she is here to collect on the debts owed to her. She put her breakfast on a plate and went to the dinning to eat her breakfast. She had a long day ahead of her.

I smooth it out now. “Victory,” I say out loud, just to taste her name. I have done this to her. The things we fear the most are always visited upon us; it’s the way of the universe. I rock with her picture, hating Marlowe Geary, hating the Angry Man, and hating myself most of all.

"I thought revenge would heal my wounds, but it only deepened the scars." Carla's thoughts turned to Mara, the object of her vengeance. The werewolf she blamed for everything that had gone wrong in her life. The werewolf who had become the Luna of another pack, finding happiness while Carla's world crumbled around her. Anger surged within her, fueled by the pain of loss and the searing hatred that had driven her to such extreme measures.

She was mine to safeguard, immediately she signed the fucking contract with me and this vile excuse for a man had dared to defile her. My fists clenched so hard that my nails bit into my palms, drawing blood. I felt my eyes shift—my wolf rising to the surface, demanding retribution. The need to punish Leon consumed me, drowning out any rational thought. He would pay for his actions, and I would ensure his suffering was a thousand times worse than what he had inflicted upon Sylvia. The dark, vengeful side of me—the side I kept locked away—had been set free, and there would be no mercy for the fool who had awakened it.

"Alex, the curse, the Seeker, the sacrifices—all of it intersects." I looked at my notebook and scribbled quickly: "Occult clues, ancient sacrifice, Seeker warning, price of power." My hand trembled as I wrote each word out. Then I kept quiet, in the quietness of which I spoke aloud, "I would like vengeance, but I shouldn't be stained. I will use this black magic as a tool and never as a master." I rose to my feet and made for the small window. "I will question more servants tomorrow. I will collect more strands of this detestable web. I will speak again to Rosa, to Marco, to anyone who can give me a crumb of the truth."

"They'll pay for this. Every last one of them." Her eyes burned redder than before as she lifted her face to the moon, her fangs bared. The air around her trembled as she sniffed it... careful, methodical. There. A trace of the killer. But not the one she wanted, but close. They had the same blood in their veins, but one was more powerful than the other. Similar scent. Similar power. She stood and let out a shriek that echoed across the trees. A scream so shrill and guttural it sent birds scattering into the night. It was a declaration of vengeance, a promise of war.