Most Vengeful Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

The type of wolf spirit they possess determine their rank, it actually determines way more than that, it determines their whole lives. It determines the type of person they will become as well, and there are some wolf spirits that are on another level, the golden, the silver and the snow wolf spirit. Having a golden wolf spirit symbolises the rage of the moon goddess, they are angry wolves by nature and are very hot-tempered so when they’re mad, they burn…like the golden ray of the sun. Kayla hate gating mad because once she does, people get hot.

She vowed to reclaim her sense of power and assert her dominance, not only to protect her own reputation but also to avenge the perceived weakness that had befallen her son. In the depths of her anger, Sasha's gaze fell upon Zelda's unsuspecting parents, Louise and Gilbert. A sinister smile crept across her lips as she devised a plan to obliterate the foundations of their lives, to dismantle the very essence of their existence. Vengeance, she believed, would be the key to regaining her sense of control and superiority.

If there will be disagreements, whether they liked it or not, they were bound to defend the gods ruling each one of them. Dan, the Taurus, hated how he might be in a fight with Hyun again, the Scorpio. The heated arguments were more concentrated between Hades and Remus, having each of their sons almost destroying the planets out of uncontrolled rages after their loss. So Hyun was eyeing Gyn, the Aries under Mars ruling with readiness. They might be in a fight anytime soon since her god, Hades, was in an argument against his god, Remus.

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.”

“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.

“Mommy… our poor mommy is so pitiful, waaah…” Zevran Nightfell chokes up with red fury, his small fists slamming the floor mat. “No, my wolf cannot let Mommy suffer like this for nothing! My claws will get pure revenge! The Loko pack and the Blackmoor pack, right? I am going to blow their big stone houses sky-high with my bombs!”

He added. "Oh wow! Tell me about it." I exclaimed excitedly. "I used to believe in the moon goddess but ever since Dad died, the Luna Dowager raised me with so much hatred. I was tortured for the slightest mistakes. Punished for the once I didn't do and go most night starving. I felt the moon goddess had forsaken me. Luna Dowager couldn't make her son the King because I was evidently stronger than his son could ever be and being a werewolf king of the biggest pack is all about strength and supernatural power. When I became king, I decided to become the strongest king. Strong enough to forsake the moon goddess and I succeed." He explained.

Something they wouldn't dare disclose to anyone. I could be caught and tortured but it was impossible for her to die. But as someone who can't be killed, I will escape from them one way or the other and my revenge will be felt. Vampires were vengeful, and so were wolves. With the two combined, the anger was something none of them wanted to witness. I looked at their faces and chose to speak up, "You can also choose to ignore my two friends and try using your petty magic on me. I'll be sure to give you a pleasant death."

"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.

"let me out now you idiot! I'm not joking with you... Your too weak to even fight a thousand witches and you still had the guts to lock me in! " Zack snapped at him, his wolf was angry and mad at his partner for being selfish. Zack was a black wolf and the strongest wolf to ever exist and be created by the moon goddess. He is only soft to his mate but is really vicious, canny, rude, oblivious, dangerous and a murder. If he is let out he definitely will cause havoc. Since Ryker shifted he had never had a real battle and Zack had never used his powers much.